And with her hair down, it made her face look so delicate, her lips were red, her teeth white, absolutely exquisite.
Chiang Xiao glanced out the window at the sky, "Brother Xinian, why are you up so early?"
Meng Xinian reached out and pinched her cheek, saying, "Get dressed, come out for a run with me, then I’ll teach you a boxing technique that suits you."
So early for her to practice?
Chiang Xiao let out a wail.
Seeing her , Meng Xinian couldn’t help wanting to tease her again.
Having no choice, Chiang Xiao still changed her clothes and went out with him.
It was barely dawn, and M City was still peaceful.
Occasionally, there were some early risers who were mostly elderly people exercising, but very few, and after running a stretch of road they had only encountered two.
Along the way, there were only their footsteps.
Meng Xinian kept pace with Chiang Xiao’s strength and speed, constantly running alongside her. But after twenty minutes, he realized that Chiang Xiao’s stamina and endurance were really better than many others’, even better than some ordinary Supervisor Guards.
He remembered the first time he saw Chiang Xiao, she was at Nameless Creek performing some "case reenactment," and she was truly frail at that time, her steps visibly unsteady.
Even if she was sick at that time and healthy now, it still couldn’t account for such a huge change.
As far as he knew, Chiang Xiao had no systematic training methods.
After half an hour of running, they arrived at a spacious square surrounded by trees, with a few bronze sculptures scattered about.
"Rest for five minutes, then I’ll teach you boxing technique," Meng Xinian stopped.
Chiang Xiao exhaled and looked at him.
She knew her body was much better than the average person because of the nourishment from the herbs in the Space, and she had always thought that probably no one could match her, but after running with Meng Xinian for half an hour, she realized that she had underestimated the Supervisor Guards, especially the special forces.
Meng Xinian had run for half an hour without even panting; his breathing was steady, unchanged from before they started running.
Moreover, she could see that he hadn’t even used his normal training level.
She suddenly admired Meng Xinian a great deal.
After all, he was only twenty years old, without an against-the-heavens Space like hers, a super cheat tool. His abilities and his physique were all hard-earned through real training. How many sweat-soaked days and nights and how much hardship had he endured to attain his current abilities?
She suddenly felt sorry for him too. She knew his abilities were among the top in the Alliance District, so he must have put in several times more effort than others.
But he was only twenty years old, he must have trained for at least five or six years. What exactly was the situation at home that made him resolutely leave his family, his kin, and devote himself entirely to the Alliance District and training?
"Brother Xinian, how long has it been since you went home?" she couldn’t help asking.
Meng Xinian was startled, completely unexpected that she would suddenly ask this.
She had never asked about his family situation before.
"I don’t go to the Capital infrequently," he said: "But after I get there, I usually call the old man out to meet him for a meal, listen to his ramblings. That place... if it can be called home, I probably haven’t set foot in it for three years."
"Because... there’s someone there I don’t want to see." Meng Xinian’s expression darkened slightly, his hands propped on the iron railing nearby, gazing at the slowly brightening sky, his voice deep, "My mother is no longer here, and there’s not much left to return for."