But in this early morning where light and darkness intertwined, he seemed to understand.
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When the clock on the wall slowly pointed to six-thirty, Zhou Wang, with a forehead full of sweat, had completed a new day's workout ahead of schedule.
He let out a long breath, shook his slightly sour hands, and then stood up from the bed.
He pushed open the classical-style balcony door, and a cold wind blew in from outside, causing Zhou Wang, who was drenched in sweat, to sigh comfortably. Wang Xiaoxiao, who was still lying on the bed, shivered from the chill.
Lighting a cigarette, Zhou Wang gazed at the distant mountains, now just dark silhouettes in the morning mist, and his eyes gradually deepened.
After finishing a cigarette, Zhou Wang walked back, pressed the cigarette butt into the carved glass ashtray at the bedside, and then lit another one, leaning against the headboard, waiting for Wang Xiaoxiao to recover.
