Unknowingly, the forty minutes of morning exercise swiftly passed by.
The two sat side by side on the soft carpet in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, doing gentle stretches, both having worked up quite a sweat.
Outside, the sky was gradually turning pale, and the contours of the massive city beneath their feet were becoming clearer.
A new day was about to begin.
Tang Song moved the conversation from scientific exercise to healthy eating, and then from healthy eating to the impact of artificial intelligence on future lives.
His tone was mild and methodical.
Qian Lele listened, her bright, clear eyes completely absorbed, filled with a thirst for knowledge and admiration for her brother.
Watching her pretty face, full of curiosity and amazement.
Tang Song couldn't help but feel a subtle emotional stir in his heart.
No wonder many people will always like eighteen-year-old girls.
It's not because of their youthful recklessness.
