After a night of thunderstorms, the sun had risen again.
The air was fresh, filled with birdsong and the scent of flowers.
In the morning light, Fu Qian leisurely leaned on a bench by the riverside.
Those two certainly couldn't have caught him, as he had already changed into a new set of clothes.
A loose T-shirt combined with a languid stance completely transformed his demeanor, turning him from a professional elite to a slacker in an instant.
By this time, there were already small groups of early risers exercising along the riverbank.
And Fu Qian's gaze was locked onto a young woman who was jogging at a slow pace.
She looked to be in her twenties, tall and slender, dressed in standard athletic attire, exuding the posture of a fitness enthusiast.
Unfortunately, at this moment her pace was only slightly faster than walking, and she seemed to be struggling with every step she took.
