The next morning at 6 a.m., Li Yu was woken by his biological clock. He put on his tracksuit and started jogging around the base.
Emerging from the villa, after a simple warm-up, he ran towards the mountain. The morning breeze was cool, and the mist that met his face made Li Yu even more alert.
Passing along the cobblestone path, he saw the garden built before, teeming with a tapestry of flowers and the evergreen trees still lush, accompanied by a faint fragrance of sweet osmanthus. Although the scent of the four-season osmanthus was not overwhelming, it had the advantage of blooming all year round.
As he looked at the osmanthus flowers on the trees, Li Yu felt exceptionally serene and thought that in a couple of days, he could pick the flowers to make wine.
The morning dew slightly dampened the hem of Li Yu's trousers. He ran from the flat path into the forest, which was diverse in plant life and showed hardly any signs of withering, even in the subtropical climate.