Winter mornings were exceptionally cold, but Song Yuanhuan had become accustomed to his daily routine and didn't retreat from the chill at all. He got up early, full of energy, and went out for morning exercise.
Xu Xiuxiu, still groggy from sleep, instinctively curled around little Song Chengguang's body, shrinking back into the warmth of the blankets as she squinted at Song Yuanhuan, who was clad only in a thin short-sleeve shirt for his morning run. Xiuxiu bared her teeth in a grimace, ranting internally, while recalling a phrase she once came across online.
"Don't make friends with someone who can jump out of bed as soon as the alarm clock rings in the dead of winter, because if they can get up as soon as the alarm sounds, there's nothing they can't do." With this thought, Xiuxiu suddenly started to worry about herself—Yuanhuan was someone who didn't need an alarm clock, a person who got up punctually every day of the year! What was she to do? She was his wife, after all!
