In the morning, it's still hazy, with dense clouds rolling across the sky. Though it hasn't snowed, the weather is ominously dreary.
This weather has persisted for about half a month.
A great fog arises between heaven and earth, covering everything, making the land appear as a vast, white expanse.
The mountain's dead trees are covered in dewdrops, and the drifting fog blurs everything, much like looking through a veil; viewing objects within even ten meters is quite difficult.
It seems as if the world is steeped in mist, flickering and unclear.
"The fog is so thick!"
Chen Feng sits in the courtyard, with some pastries and morning tea beside him, appearing relaxed as if one could not see he's amidst an apocalypse.
He sleeps early and rises early.
Though occasionally discussing techniques with Flora, he always wakes early the next morning to embrace the new day.
Chen Feng does not advocate laziness, which could affect the most precious time of the day.
