The weather was getting hotter and hotter. The ancients said that the weather was burning like fire in July. It was indeed true. In July and August, the weather was so hot that it seemed as if there were invisible streams of fire flying around, roasting everything in the world to be listless. The air was dry, and a tiny bit of spark seemed to be able to ignite a fire. The leaves were still as there was no wind.

Xia Xiaowan sat on the window platform, hugging her knees as ...