Chapitre 254: Chapter 178: Round Table Conference at Lunch_1

If one were to say, then the morning sunlight is like sweet rice wine, fresh and subtly elegant; the noon sunlight is like a refreshing strong liquor, spicy and tantalizing; then the afternoon sunlight is like a mellow old wine, rich in flavor, profound in meaning.

Of course, this is what literature enthusiasts would say.

To put it bluntly, the morning sunlight is bright but not very hot; the noon sunlight is dazzling, and it burns the skin to the point of pain; the afternoon sunlight after a day's fermentation, has turned the earth into a steamer. Even though the power of the sun is gradually fading, the sweltering heat is everywhere, making it hard to breathe.

Especially by the lake.

The heat carries the moist mist, heavily accumulated together, like a piece of fluffy cotton firmly pressed on your head, or like a steamer that has just begun boiling, full of steaming heat.