At 4:30 in the morning, a light drizzle began to fall.
The world seemed to be shrouded in ink wash.
The distant mountains lay in a daze, with blurry outlines, faint and shadowy.
A light mist hovered over Yulong Lake, like a giant ink jade soaked by the rain.
In this quiet night where you could hear the drizzle patter to the ground, a figure was running along the road surrounding the lake.
He was completely naked except for a bright red pair of athletic shorts, and his bronze-colored skin glowed faintly under the sparse streetlights.
Raindrops slid down his resolute face, merging into his neck and mingling with the steam rising from his chest.
The running speed didn't seem fast, at most comparable to an electric scooter moving at a normal speed in the city.
Yet, his figure appeared extremely relaxed, his long legs moving with a consistent rhythm, his steps as light as if treading on a silent beat.
