On a clear winter day, in the bright morning,
When the first ray of sunlight quietly slipped through the gap in the curtains, the darkness of night silently receded from the room.
The room in The Cabin gradually brightened.
Amid the soft blanket, rumpled sheets, and a T-shirt rolled up to expose his waist, the tall young man lay sprawled lazily on the bedroom bed, deep in a pleasant dream.
In this peaceful scene, golden patches of light slowly crept across the bed, over his arms and abs. Sunlight pressed against his skin, warmth seeping into his blood, while the bedding was warmed into a fluffy, sunlit scent.
Feeling a warmth as soft and gentle as baby bird down, Meng Lang slowly opened his eyes from sleep.
Awakened by winter's gentlest call, he lazily stretched and yawned on the bed before slowly getting up, walking to the window, and pulling open the curtains with a swish.
Then, as the sunlight poured in all at once,
He gave a huge stretch toward the view outside.
The sky was a flawless blue, boundless and carrying winter's distinctive chill. Sunlight shone brilliantly for miles, clear and radiant yet translucent and gentle. The surface of the campus lake was lightly frozen, and faint birdsong sounded from the bare branches along its shore.
The scene unfolded in the morning light, overflowing with the tranquil beauty unique to a winter morning.
Another new day had begun.
Looking out at the beautiful view, Meng Lang finished a simple wash and, after welcoming a perfect morning, walked out of his room scratching his stomach with a refreshed expression.
Then he saw Fang Ran, his eyes vacant, hanging from the balcony railing.
Meng Lang fell silent.
Something completely out of place had appeared.
It was obviously a perfect morning,