The rain hitting the rusty fire escape sounded like pebbles hitting empty cans. Lin Mo wiped his face. The smell of plastic from the inferior raincoat mixed with the smell of metal rust and chemicals in the air that never dissipated went straight into his nose. The halo of neon lights twists and flows on the wet ground, red, green, and blue, dyeing the puddled cement floor under your feet like an overturned palette, cold and cheap
