The spring rain is gradually drizzling, and the mist shrouds the air.
In the early morning, an airplane lands in the manor.
Jian Qing steps out of the plane, looking at the courtyard enveloped in the morning fog, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her rosy lips.
She stretches, her gaze languid.
On the turf, her gaze is drawn to two figures running not far away. She arches an eyebrow slightly and tugs at Quan Jingwu's arm.
"Xiaojing, look how diligent others are, even running in the rain."
Following her gaze, Quan Jingwu glances at the two people running towards them, his lips part slightly. "My dear, if you didn't linger in bed, we could do that too."
Since being with her, his early morning exercise habit has all but disappeared.
Jian Qing smiles awkwardly.
She decides to pass on early morning jogs - they really don't suit her.