The playground is vast, the sky hasn't fully brightened yet.
Tang Si saw from afar that petite figure in the mist, running towards him.
Her silhouette gradually became clearer, wearing standard training clothes, her hair not yet tied up. As she reached him, she was panting with breath.
Her cheeks were rosy red.
Song Yi stopped in front of him, her arrival like sunlight breaking through the darkness, full of warmth and charm.
Seeing her early in the morning seemed to brighten his entire mood.
"Good morning." Song Yi lifted her hand, looking up at him, waving sweetly – her greeting was especially pleasant to hear.
The girl looked at him with curved eyes.
The man stopped, stood upright, looking down at the vibrant girl before him.
His thin lips moved slightly, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips: "Morning."
That one word, his breath steady, not even a hint of panting.
Song Yi: "..."
Her face fell instantly; she didn't hear the panting she hoped for.
