At first light, Kitasan Black crawled out of her sleeping bag.
She rubbed her eyes, remembered the decision she had made the night before, and quietly walked over to the bedroom door.
Pressing her ear against the door, she listened carefully to the sounds inside. Once she heard steady breathing from within, she silently let out a sigh of relief.
She tiptoed over to Anjing Zhen's work desk again, found a note, and wrote on it:
"Trainer, I'm going to make breakfast for you! You can sleep a little longer~"
Then she stuck the note to the bedroom door.
Next, she returned to the living room, changed into her clothes, and left the apartment.
Throughout the entire process, she had been extremely careful, afraid that even the slightest sound might wake Anjing Zhen.
Although it was a rest day, Kitasan Black still maintained her necessary training habits and decided to run to the market.
After leaving, the morning breeze brushed across her cheeks. She stretched her limbs, took off in the direction of the market, and began to run.
It was still early, and there were few pedestrians on the streets. Only the occasional passing vehicle broke the morning silence.
Kitasan Black's Stride Length was light as she swung her arms rhythmically, enjoying the tranquility of the moment.
She ran along the familiar road, while the trees lining the street swayed gently in the breeze as though cheering her on.
Gradually, she neared the market, where several delivery trucks arrived one after another.
Suddenly, she stopped and looked toward the roadside.
A truck stood alone by the road. The driver stood beside it with an anxious, troubled expression, his brows tightly furrowed as he paced around the vehicle.
Without the slightest hesitation, Kitasan Black ran straight over and asked with