The fishy smell of the cement jungle came in through the cracks in the window, mixed with the sweetness of cheap air freshener, and filled Chen Mo's mouth and nose.
He was like a screw that had been screwed, embedded in the workstation, unable to move.
The whole world is humming, the typing of keyboards, the muffled coughs of colleagues, and the fluorescent tube overhead that is always flashing on the verge of death.
