The last days of the dog days are the most abrasive. The air is like a half-melted asphalt that sticks to people's skin. Wu Xiao squatted at the entrance of the corridor of an old residential building, holding half a bottle of mineral water that was almost warmed by the sun. He twisted the bottle cap three times and then loosened it. His Adam's apple rolled but he didn't take a sip - he had to save the water. The lame Sanhua stray cat downstairs was still waiting for him to feed.
