Lu Jingchen stared at the pair of plain, almost hideous sandals, and fell into a long, profound silence.
He reached out a foot, tentatively sliding his toes into the footwear. The cold, plastic sensation rising from the soles caused his toes to curl instinctively. Closing his eyes, he accepted his fate and shoved both feet into the sandals. The soles were flat and stiff; even standing on the carpet inside the van, he could feel how uncomfortable they were against his feet. He tested them by taking a few steps, the plastic soles creating a "creaking" sound against the carpet. His toes felt awkward and misplaced beneath the open-work upper.
The feeling was... indescribable. It was as if his feet had been forced into an ill-fitting mold. Every step he took was a fresh and bizarre experience.
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