December is when the city's sky gradually turns into dove grey, each hue darker and richer than before. The naked winter trees line in the avenue. There is a freezing chill in the air that brings crispness to the leaves. The sun shyly radiates from the horizon, bringing the unnoticed warmth into the surface. Morning comes, and another day carries on.
The crispy sound of alarm awakened the two young men slumped in the bed. Their eyes stubbornly won't open, try to abide the body's instruction to rest some more. Gradually their brain starts to focus and their lid finally opens.
Bai Yutang raised his head, tried moving his hand to support his body from his bed. His neck feels cramped. He thinks he just passed out last night and didn't even care about his sleeping position. Finally he sat down and his head pinched his right shoulder. His neck and right shoulder really hurts. Guess he had to put some oils and patch later on.
