The sea breeze, carrying the coolness unique to the early morning, swept across Qingshui Bay in the northeast corner of East City.
The sky was still a deep ink color, merging with the boundless sea, indistinguishable from each other.
The silhouettes of tall buildings on the city side outlined undulating contours in the dark.
A few sparse flickering lights seemed like a sleeping giant beast, opening bleary eyes.
Swoosh—
A nimble figure appeared stealthily on the seashore, darting like a cheetah.
Upon closer inspection, it was a muscular bald man wearing only shorts.
He was barefoot, and each step left a clear and powerful imprint on the damp sand.
The footprints connected in a line, extending straight ahead, soon to be gradually smoothed and dissolved by the tide surging behind.
At this moment, it was still early morning, yet someone couldn't sleep and deliberately came to the beach for a run.
It's undoubtedly a peculiar tale.
