The sky was just breaking, and Yulong Lake seemed to have just awakened from a dream, shrouded in a layer of mist.
On the shore, willows swayed softly, and silhouettes blurred, as many early risers had already appeared to exercise.
Fang Cheng, dressed in a newly bought blue sports outfit and professional shock-absorbing running shoes, began running along the lakeside path.
The clean and sharp attire made him appear even more agile.
Each step was light yet powerful, as if wind stirred beneath his feet, with the resulting air currents gently brushing the tender green grass by the roadside.
The strands of hair on his forehead swayed slightly with each step.
Fang Cheng's running speed was not fast.
At least, it was about the same as those running in front of and behind him, with no intention to compete and widen the gap.
His stride was neither too big nor too small, with natural and coordinated body movements.
