After dancing several dances in a row, I didn't embarrass myself too much, but I did step on Lin Zexiu's feet a few times. By the end, I was tired, and he was in pain, so we decided to take a break.
With a bit of sweat, I felt the alcohol's effects lessening considerably and wanted something cold to drink.
"You sit here for a bit, I'll get you an iced drink. You must be tired," Lin Zexiu, considerate of my first dance, touched the bow on my head and went off to the drinks cooler.
I looked around, bored, and saw Yuan Ding sneaking out of a private parlor, a malicious smile on his face—as if up to something.
It wasn't my business, though; better to pretend I didn't see anything. If I stuck my nose in, I couldn't expect praise, and if anything went wrong, I might even be blamed. Why bother?