"I do not think I have time," Jingyi says. He is stricken. "It is only my rest time and I have to dance more when it is over. I cannot dance when my leg has a hole in it."

He might be able to. The hole is not large. Just enough to have made a terrible noise when it happened. But it also might get bigger.

Even as he is stressing over the lack of time to fix the hole, he remembers that this is not where Sizhui would usually be. "Oh, why are you here? Did you come to see me?"