The weather was gradually beginning to change. The summery air, carrying a hint of restlessness that could never quite become true agitation, was rapidly fading away.
A killing chill lurked within the gentle breezes and drizzling rain of the past. Whenever a gust swept by, the people on the beach broke out in gooseflesh.
The weather was turning colder, earlier than usual.
People left the beach somewhat dejectedly. Aside from a handful of stubborn girls who refused to bow to nature, shivering in their cool swimsuits as they played beach volleyball, hardly anyone remained! The middle-aged and elderly people who occasionally passed by looked at the young people clinging to summer with envy—and a hint of schadenfreude.
They might not yet realize how foolish their defiance of nature was, but they would inevitably regret it.
In truth, many people had gone through this stage.
When they were young, they had strong bodies and abundant vitality, and they never took their elders' well-meaning advice to heart.
They always thought, How could a body this healthy possibly become uncomfortable in the hands and feet just because I was exposed to a cold breeze?
But one day, a gust of wind would blow past, and they would feel a bone-deep chill, along with... pain.
When they later said the same thing to their children, their feelings would inevitably be complicated, because it was a stubborn cycle.
A bus passed by. Pedestrians along the roadside pressed down their hats and turned slightly aside as the wind kicked up by the bus made them uncomfortable.
A poster pasted to the bus came loose and rolled away. The wind and rain, along with the various rays from outer space, had already faded it considerably, leaving it looking worn and shabby.
The Conservative Party Candidate's face had