At noon, the scorching sun engulfed everything with its fiery rays. In previous years, the garden of the Regulation Department would be filled with floral aroma at this time, but now the flowers and grass are scorched, and even the leaves are curled.
The maid poured out the water used by Mingzhu to wash her hands, and as soon as it hit the ground, it emitted a sizzling sound, fine yet clear, immediately absorbed without a trace, leaving only a faint circle of shadow which quickly faded, leaving almost unrecognizable marks.
Mingzhu wiped her sweat and complained: "When will it rain already? How can people live in such conditions?" From May until now, a month and a half has passed, and apart from one bout of drizzle in the middle, she hasn't seen a drop of rain.
Mingzhu was naturally afraid of heat, and now with a big belly, she felt increasingly uncomfortable, wishing she could shrink into an ice cellar.
