Xu Feng lay there, a picture of unearthly beauty, as if the universe had poured all of its artistic prowess into crafting a single masterpiece. His silver hair, which often had a mind of its own, now behaved with unnatural restraint, framing his serene face like a cascade of moonlight.
It mirrored the stillness that enveloped him, weighed down by the weighty contemplation of countless possibilities and futures.
Beside him, his hair mirrored its owner's well behaved composure, expressing a sense of gravity and responsibility. Even in sleep, he seemed to engage in silent conversations, mapping out intricate plans and crafting contingency routes.
Despite the weight of this world resting upon him, the glow that perpetually surrounded Xu Feng remained undiminished.