C187 The Reality Was That They Had Sunk to the Bottom

The sun was bright, the kind of light people hated. Lu Wanhong hated this kind of weather. That afternoon, It looked like the night at Sun Jingfaang's house. The sun gave off a kind of cool air. It was mixed with a faint musty smell and everything was covered with a layer of fragile halo. People did not dare to touch it. The flying dust in the air ran freely between people