The sky that had been snowing lightly all night finally stopped, the cold wind gently blowing, drilling into one's clothes and making people shiver. The streets in the early morning had a few more pedestrians, and sanitation workers were cleaning the accumulated snow, wearing heavy cotton coats, their breath seeming to freeze. At the hotel entrance, Luo Zheng quietly watched the street scene, reflecting in his heart, what a good city, what a peaceful life, why must there be disputes?
Shi Feng curiously walked out of the hotel, glanced at the street outside, and couldn't help but look up at the rising sun, hanging in the gray sky, its warmth seemingly frozen by the cold weather. He quickened his pace to Luo Zheng to ask, "Are you looking for me? What's the situation?"
