On the first day of the New Year, H City was shrouded in a misty drizzle, carrying a damp smell that was both cold and wet.
Gu Tao sat up in bed, stretched out his hand to wipe it, and an automatic projection of today's weather information appeared in front of him. He muttered to himself, "I hate the rain the most."
The bed at his mother-in-law's house was comfortable, but unfortunately, because of the location, he couldn't do anything strange. After getting dressed, he saw Xin Chen already starting morning exercises in the yard with Yin Rong. The temperature outside was very low; raindrops wet Yin Rong's clothes, producing white mist that made it look very cold, but Yin Rong did not show any expression of pain as she followed Xin Chen's twirling and jumping with her eyes closed.
Downstairs in the kitchen came the sizzling sound of hot oil hitting the pan, along with wafts of a greasy aroma.
