In the blink of an eye, many days had passed.
It was past mid-June.
According to the lunar calendar popular on the East Coast, it was already the tail end of summer, the time of the most intense heat. Even the most diligent farmers had no choice but to avoid the fierce midday sun to prevent burns.
Therefore, this month was also called "Fallow Month" by the people of the East Coast.
Fallow Month, daytime.
The sun hung in the sky like a furnace melting iron ore, releasing terrifying heat and fiercely scorching the earth.
The dust on the ground rose in wavy tendrils like smoke, as if the earth itself had caught fire. It hadn't really, but it was almost as if it had, with temperatures frighteningly high; anyone daring to step barefoot on it would find their skin charred within moments.
