With three days left until the New Year, Ning Yifan still got up on time for a run early in the morning.
The large house had excellent soundproofing, so Ning Yifan's morning run did not disturb his father and mother, who were still resting. After changing clothes, he no longer needed to be overly cautious even while warming up.
The weather was especially cold that morning. Beneath the glow of the streetlights by the entrance, frost like mist could be seen slowly falling.
After heading outside, Ning Yifan followed the mountain road under the dim illumination of several lamps and soon arrived at the artificial lake.
After running one lap around the lake, Ning Yifan found it rather boring. The artificial lake was simply too small; he would have to circle it countless times just to run five kilometers. He decisively headed down toward the city instead, entering the densely built urban area within minutes.
The city loomed faintly through the frosty mist. It was now the coldest part of winter, and the early mornings were particularly frigid, but that still could not dampen Ning Yifan's enthusiasm for exercise.
Following his own breathing rhythm, Ning Yifan jogged forward at an unhurried pace.
Running alone in one direction without stopping felt quite nice to Ning Yifan.
"Wuwuwu~"
As he passed an old residential neighborhood, faint sobbing drifted through the cold wind.
"What was that sound?" Ning Yifan gradually slowed down and listened carefully.
"Wuwuwu!" Someone was crying!
In weather this cold, this early in the morning, before dawn had even broken—who would be crying?
Perhaps someone needed help?
Ning Yifan slowly jogged toward the source of the sound. He should go take a look.
It was an old residential complex. The closer he got, the clearer the crying became.
Winter days