The system forces me to be the villain
It is now 4:30. A velvety afternoon with gentle breezes blowing. The heat mixed with the smell of dust rising. The West is as red as a burning fire, the remaining light rays of golden sunlight are scattered over the countryside, and on the road, the sunlight has weakened, not as strong as noon anymore. The petals in the afternoon sun are inlaid with a layer of red watercolor, extremely beautiful. On the canopy of leaves, the birds chirped and chirped softly, singing the song without words, which was very pleasing to the ears. Occasionally, a cool breeze blows, gradually dispelling the sweltering heat of the remaining noonday sun. Make the air more cool and gentle. Theodore Mark appeared.