The wind in City A smells of salt and iron. At night, the lights on the pier were like stars wetted by rain, shivering with cold.
On such a night, seventeen-year-old Ah Hui, carrying a worn-out canvas bag, set foot on the city for the first time.
He came from the mainland with only a crumpled ID card and two hundred yuan that his mother gave him.
"Go to city A," my mother said, "there are many opportunities there."
Where the opportunity lies, he doesn't know. He only knew that from today on, he had to survive on his own.
