It's late July, yet traveling from Biyun to Tiandu feels like crossing into a different season.
Biyun is twenty degrees, Tiandu forty degrees; as soon as Tang Rao got off the plane, he felt completely wilted.
As if his body was hollowed out.
"Tang Rao, can you stop acting like a lump of mud?" In the car, Liu Shisan glances sideways at Tang Rao while driving.
Tang Rao is slouching in the passenger seat, his head stuck in the corner between the car window and seat, his mouth wide open, looking utterly despondent.
"I don't want to be like this either..." Tang Rao's voice is soft and weak, "But look."
Saying so, Tang Rao extends his hand, pointing towards the sun in the sky.
The huge, glaring white sphere is quite frightful to behold.
The key problem is, the weather is also stifling.
It's both stuffy and hot; it's lethal.
Tang Rao thinks, thankfully the people of Blue Star were smart enough to invent air conditioning, otherwise, he would have been driven to extremes.