Imperial City.
Wanhe Garden.
The clear morning at the end of May was not yet sweltering, yet the rooftop garden on the top floor had already been furnished early with a sunshade. The early sunlight spilled in from the side, gleefully shining upon the lush greenery and flowers.
To the left was a large pot of Endless Summer hydrangeas, a blend of light blue and pink, while to the right clustered the pink and purple interwoven Kaleidoscope.
And flanking the sunshade were pots of boisterous Chinese roses; the pure blossoms of Yellow Osmanthus stacked in layers, swaying in the wind, filling the air with a clear fragrance.
It was indeed an outdoor garden.
Through the simple glass door of the outdoor garden, one could see inside the gym, where a young man was dressed in a black T-shirt, with his elbows bent for support on the ground, feet on the floor, and his shoulders and elbows perpendicular to the ground, maintaining a steady plank position.
