A fireball as big as a washbasin hung in the sky. It's like a giant's head focusing on something.
Under the sun, there were five or six people gathered under a simple tile-roofed house. Everyone looked uneasy, especially a man in front of the door who was walking back and forth, taking three to five steps in a circle, clenching his hands. If you look carefully, you will find that his fingers have turned white. It was obvious that the blood circulation was not smooth, but I didn't notice it at all. When I walked in, I could hear him muttering to himself: "Are you out? Are you out yet?..." A drop of sweat rolled down from his forehead and fell to the corners of his eyes without feeling it.
The time passed by second by second while the man was wandering uneasily...