As the faint light of the early January morning seeped through the window, Xu Feng awoke, his senses slowly stirring to life. Honestly, he had been awake for some time, but he wanted to play dead for as long as was humanly possible.
It had been an adventurous night, one he'd rather not dwell on, but his body's weariness told its own tale. Surprisingly, the soreness was less intense than he had anticipated and he was filled with energy.
As Xu Feng gazed out of the window, he couldn't help but notice the delicate snowflakes that danced gracefully from the heavens, marking the arrival of the season's first snowfall.
The snowflakes were like tiny, pretty dancers, floating gently from the sky. They fell quietly and covered everything with a soft, white blanket, turning the world into a peaceful and quiet place.
