135 Wind Velocity

The weekend ended sooner than it came. How did the two days flew by, Shui Xian couldn't even tell! It was again, Monday! No matter how rigorous or workaholic he had become in recent years, he still couldn't bring himself to like Monday mornings! It was like Monday mornings were a curse that he couldn't be freed from.

But his wife was different. Whether it was her life or her biological clock, everything was already planned for her. She'd never complain about Monday mornings. She still woke up early in the morning, put on her tracksuit, and tied up her sneakers.

While she did all of this energetically, Shui Xian followed suit with half-opened eyes. Yes, he was still struggling to get out of the dreamland. But he willed himself to have enough consciousness to follow her out for a morning jog.