It makes sense. In such hot weather, one hardly sees anyone outside during the day. Working to earn money or anything else must be inconvenient. It might even be better when it's cold.
I just wonder if there are ever any cool days in this plane?
After all, with three suns, the compounded temperature is terrifying to even think about, let alone living here.
If it were them, they definitely wouldn't be able to stand it.
"Are you hot? Do you want to go back to your room to rest?" Just sitting inside the inn, Yuu Rong felt his sweat continuously pouring out, as if he was melting.
"It's okay."
Leng Yikun shook his head.
Of course, he was hot, but he could bear it, not to the point of being unbearable.
In such weather, even if one went to their room, it would be difficult to rest. It's better to sit here and talk more with the worker in the inn, and listen to what kind of plane Silent Snow Plane actually is.
