December in Wuhan was already deep in winter, yet warm sunlight flooded every corner of the city. The cloudless sky, woven with patches of white, presented a clear and pure "Wuhan Blue."
Outside, the temperature was only a few degrees, but inside the Training Hall, it felt as warm as spring. The boys, dressed in T-shirts and shorts, even pulled up their clothes to wipe away their sweat.
Wang Chuqin walked along breathlessly, put down his racket, and bent down to fish his phone out of his bag. There was still no reply from Shasha. He wondered if her connecting flight had been delayed.
Chapter 391