The air was filled with steam, making it a little difficult to breathe. Everything looked hazy like being in the bathroom during winter. The warm rain had tapered off, leaving only a hair-fine drizzle wafting through the white fog, and this made everyone uncomfortable as their half-dried clothes clung onto their bodies.
Under such a peculiar "hot bath"-like weather, everything seemed like it would take double the effort to complete. It created an atmosphere where everyone couldn’t help feeling a little lethargic. This was the reason why Li Zhijun was lazing around like a sloth, doing nothing.
"Are you going to come with me?" Hei Zeji, standing not far from him, shouted. Hei Zeji’s body was surprisingly dry.
