Qin Fang was woken early in the morning by the sound of firecrackers.
A blanket of white lay outside his window. A few snowflakes drifted lazily from the sky, vanishing as they touched the eaves of the house across the way.
He stared blankly for a short while before slowly getting out of bed and dressing.
When he stepped outside, the cold air seemed to find every crack and crevice in his body. His nostrils instantly felt sticky from the dry, cold air.
He cupped his hands over his mouth and nose and exhaled a few times, watching the white puffs of his breath drift up from between his fingers.
He had all the memories of the body's original owner, so he knew most of the customs of this Great Yu Dynasty...
In his own memories, however, there was no such dynasty as the Great Yu.
But this "Great Yu" was like some alternate version of ancient history. He could find counterparts in the Great Yu for all the festivals he knew from his past life.
For example, the New Year.
