"Yan Xiaofei, come here, I am determined to nail this yoga pose today!" By the Sancha River, under a cool breeze, Xu Xiaoyan called from her spot on the mat to Yan Fei behind her.
She was gritting her teeth, resolute to master the pose, looking like someone who wouldn't rest until she succeeded.
"What's the point of pushing yourself like this every day?" Yan Fei, a little exasperated, walked over, lightly placing his hands on her shoulders and began putting pressure downwards.
"You're going too easy on me, can't you use some more force!" Xu Xiaoyan complained.
"Don't you mind the pain?" Yan Fei asked, perplexed.
"I'm not afraid, go on!" Xu Xiaoyan, gritting her teeth, replied.
"Well, I'll take it slow then, remember to shout out if it starts to hurt!" Yan Fei carefully warned, applying more strength while speaking.