The farther he went, the colder the tunnel seemed to become.
Threads of chill seeped into Mo Ling's body, making him shiver involuntarily.
Why is it so cold?
The temperature difference was far too great. It was midsummer now; although the tunnel was naturally much cooler than outside, it should not have been this cold.
Mo Ling touched his clothes. He had been in such a hurry when he left that he had only thrown on a thin jacket, with pajamas still underneath. Goosebumps had already risen across his skin.
Is it because the sun is blocked out?
Perhaps it was also because of the rain a few days ago. The moisture in the soil around the tunnel was still evaporating, which might have been why the temperature here was so low.
Mo Ling kept finding excuses to convince himself, because this was far too unnatural.
The empty tunnel added another layer of chill to Mo Ling's heart.
He hurried along the solid line in the middle of the road, hoping exercise would warm him up. But cold was cold. He could clearly feel that the deeper he went, the lower the temperature in the tunnel became.
It has to be below ten degrees, right? Or is something wrong with my perception?
The temperature was dropping too quickly, and Mo Ling no longer dared to be certain.
He tightened his shoulder bag, pulling it closer against his body.
As the temperature fell so quickly, the surroundings became unusually humid as well.
Cooler air could hold less moisture than warmer air. Given the same absolute humidity, the relative humidity would be higher.
That strange dampness made Mo Ling even more uncomfortable.
His body was starting to feel sticky, as though a layer of "mud" had been plastered over him.
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