"Good morning, everyone. Welcome to Morning News in Hujing City."
"Today's broadcast is brought to you by me. A good man is me, and I am Zeng Xiaoxian."
"What a refreshing morning. The following song is perfect for the start of a day like this."
Hujing City, 6:30 a.m.
Familiar words flowed from the television, mingling with the aroma of noodles.
"The subway I just got off wasn't too crowded, and your plane happened to land over there."
"It's raining in Tokyo, soaking Paris. Radio, what time are you listening to?"
"When there's still a you on the other side of the globe, when our meeting hasn't yet come at the right time."
Accompanied by the melody, Dantai Yanan skillfully cracked an egg against the edge of the counter and dropped it into the pan.
Steam rose with the scent of protein, greatly whetting the appetite.
"Summer is gone, and winter's here again. 7-Eleven, a warm cup of chocolate."
"The second hand turns, di-di-da. A tiny time difference, di-di-da. My morning tea, moonlight spilling over your hair."
"..."
Dantai Yanan placed the fried egg into a bowl of noodles, then carried it to the table and sat down.
He was thirty-three this year and worked as an administrative specialist at ByteDance in Hujing City.
The work was easy, the salary generous. He had no ambition to rise through the ranks and no interpersonal conflicts.
In his colleagues' eyes, he was a man with well-maintained skin and clean, refreshing looks.
"Darling, breakfast is ready." Dantai Yanan looked gently across the table as he spoke.
There was no response from the other side of the table, but he did not mind and began eating his noodles by himself.
After a while, seeing no movement from across the table, Dantai Yanan said, "If