Mu Qingli went for a night run in the villa district every evening.
The summer nights were exceptionally lively, bustling not only with the noisy chirp of insects but also with the sight of aunties dancing in the square.
As Mu Qingli ran laps around the artificial lake, she slowed her pace slightly when passing by an elderly person hunched over with age.
This elderly resident appeared by the lake almost every evening, facing the water with a solemn expression.
Despite the ravages of age, there was a remarkable grace about them.
True beauty, as it were, never fades with time.
The dim streetlights elongated the elderly person's shadow. When a breeze blew by, there was a faint scent of herbal medicine. Long-term illness had taken its toll.
Mu Qingli frowned slightly, and when she came around again, the elderly person was nowhere to be seen.
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Meanwhile, at the Mu Family residence.
Mu Junliang was making the final preparations for tomorrow's birthday banquet.