Houhai Park.
A thin mist shrouded the morning light.
Jiang Chen somehow managed to find an old-fashioned 28-bike with a distinctly vintage feel. Along the way, it drew countless curious gazes.
If it were the butterfly bicycle from River City, it probably wouldn't have been as eye-catching.
Much like the last time he exercised with Cao Jinse, the number of early risers engaged in morning fitness was considerable in this Capital City. Struggling survivors were as plentiful as river perch, but there was no shortage of people enjoying life, too.
After getting tired from riding, they rested for a while. This time, Cao Jinse wasn't here—nor was her inseparable Taoist nun sister. Only two men from different generations remained.
The two strolled leisurely, pushing their bicycles.
"You're in pretty good shape."
Seeing Jiang Chen's calm demeanor, unflustered and breathing normally, the man in his fifties smiled and complimented him.
"You're not bad yourself."
