This morning seemed especially cold, with the chill wind trying hard to pierce Fang Yi's tank top.
At first, the cold made Fang Yi's skin feel somewhat stiff, but as he started jogging, the stiffness gradually eased, and warmth began to emanate from his body.
This was just the beginning; he planned to exercise for at least an hour.
Just like yesterday, Fang Yi ran along the old street, heading towards the Grand Canal near Little Bi Garden.
The chilly wind blew directly in his face like a sharp blade, but Fang Yi remained indifferent and calm.
Time passed, second by second...
The sky was not yet bright.
As Fang Yi passed by Pei Mingyuan's small restaurant, he noticed the lights inside were already on, steam rising from the steamer trays, and there were people inside.
Besides this, there was a woman in a down jacket and apron, her long hair tied into a ponytail, helping out. As Fang Yi jogged past, she sensed something and looked over.
