Compared to Buji Island, the Atacama Mountain between the plateaus is exceptionally dry and hot during this season.
At the same time, Buji Island might still have snowflakes falling, with an orange sun hanging in the ash-gray sky, casting a dull color over the entire world. Even if you stare at the sun all day, it wouldn't matter.
However, on the Atacama Plateau, during this season, if you stare at the sun for a while, your eyes would be blinded by the intense and blinding light.
Zheng Qing disliked this uncontrollable extreme weather.
He preferred the mild and polite climate at school, where if the weather got too hot, they could smear an extra layer of clouds in the sky to cover half of the sun's face.
Pa!
A heavy shoe smashed a hurrying Peruvian Red Scorpion into pulp. Zheng Qing lowered his head, kicked up a few clumps of dirt with his toe, building a small and desolate grave for the little creature.
