The sky cleared, and the scorching white light reflected from the ground, with fire lines shooting everywhere, hitting people's bodies and steaming out hot sweat.
The onlooking crowd and tourists panted heavily, as if they had swum through the Jianghuai, their bodies damp, their insides tense and hot, the moisture pushing inside and seeping outside, intertwining, making them feel uncomfortable.
Xiang Fangsu opened his mouth, feeling nothing of his lungs, forcefully moved his chest, broke open the stiff and swollen throat, and inhaled a breath of fresh, moisture-laden air.
Silent for a long time, frozen for a long time.
No one moved on the wharf, submerged and unable to break free.
