Early morning.
The Eastern sky was slowly lit by the rising of a crimson sun, its gentle rays blanketing the earth.
Frosted grass and glass windows confirmed that December in Tianhai was indeed quite chilly.
However, Ye Chenfeng still got up for his morning exercise before dawn had fully broken, jogging around the villa complex five times before practicing a set of aggressive boxing techniques that shone with vitality. After slowly exhaling a breath of stale air from his throat, this morning's exercise was considered finished.
After completing his morning exercise and returning to the villa, both Tang Xin and Han Chuxue were already up. Initially, Han Chuxue didn't want to go out, but she couldn't stand up to Tang Xin's persistence and finally agreed to join them.
The dinner cooked by Han Chuxue last night was still fresh in the minds of Ye Chenfeng and Tang Xin.
