Idle life
The morning light shines through the gaps in the curtains and onto the sheets, outlining mottled light and shadow. Cao Yifeng opened his eyes drowsily and rubbed his eyes. Everything in front of him was still blurry. He turned over and tried to lean back into sleep. There seems to be no special difference in his daily life - eating, sleeping, and eating again, as if life is like a monotonous movie that is constantly being replayed.
"Today is another day of peace and quiet." He thought to himself, with a self-deprecating smile on his lips.
