A night had passed, and the base was shrouded in mist, the air fresh with a faint scent of osmanthus.
The next morning, Li Yu, as usual, got up early and ran through the mountain forests. The early morning fog swirled, with a slight chill in the air. As he ran, the cool breeze whooshed by his ears; the trees around him seemed to move swiftly as he passed by.
He enjoyed running because it made him feel alive, with his blood pumping and every breath reinforcing a strong sense of being.
During the run, there was no need to think about anything, just keep running forward.
His mind was clear, all thoughts vanished, no worries, no anxieties. Perhaps this was why Li Yu loved to run.
As time slowly went by, the whole base seemed to come to life, more and more people came out, smoke billowed from the residential area, filled with the breath of life.
