The summer night in Wugang City is so wet that you can squeeze water out of it. The thick air was wrapped in the salty sea breeze, the smell of cheap engine oil and the everlasting gear fume, and stuck to Chen Mo's face. The rain was not heavy, just a typical foggy drizzle. It silently wetted his gray T-shirt, which had been washed white and had frayed edges at the collar. It also blurred the mottled graffiti on the peeling walls of the old community "Tangxili".
