July 2nd, the second day after the rule ended.
At noon, the scorching sun beat down on the land, quickly melting the accumulated snow.
An old saying goes, "It's not the snowing that's cold, but the melting." But under the high heat of July, the melting process wasn't particularly cold. The interplay of hot and cold actually kept the temperature at a comfortable, moderate level.
A short while ago, Guan Tong had already packed up everything from his camp and loaded it back into his backpack.
He had to pack up. As soon as the snow started to melt, water from the snowbanks on both sides of the path flowed down and flooded it. If he didn't pack up, a single day of melting would soak all his supplies.
"Guan, this snow is melting really fast," Wang Yan said as she gazed toward the highway. "It was so thick, but a good portion of it is gone now. I bet it'll all be melted in three to five days."
