'The sun is gone again...'
The sunlight wasn't constant; its warmth lasted only for a time. When it vanished, the land would grow ever colder. A frigid wind scraped across Mo Ling's body, a thread of chill burrowing into his heart.
Whenever the sun disappeared, Mo Ling's body would grow somewhat stiff. When he curled the bones within, the movement was more sluggish than in the warmth.
When it was too cold, his body would begin to tremble involuntarily. This made him a little warmer, but it also slowed his movements even more.
This land seemed somewhat desolate. Mo Ling had traveled for a long time without finding anything to touch. The ground was covered in sharp sand, and it had been ages since he'd last felt the Hua Hua and grasses that had once been everywhere.
As his body grew colder, his sense of touch became exceptionally sensitive. The sharp grains of sand scraped against him, causing a raw pain, and Mo Ling had no choice but to slow his pace.
