As dusk fell, Jiang Muwan took a ride to Chengbei, but many of the alleys in Chengbei were too narrow for cars to enter,
Chengbei was part of the old city district, with mostly two-story buildings that were either new or old. Only electric scooters could weave through the cramped alleys, buildings huddled so close that you could hear the roars from across the way. Jiang Muwan, in her high heels, moved unsteadily along the walls, stumbling upon 'surprises' that were anything but delightful.
Deeper in, the smells of sewage ditches, septic tanks, and the aroma of stir-fried food mingled together,
the sounds of television, commotion, and children's laughter blended into one.
It was strangely bizarre, yet also strangely harmonious.
The buildings were ancient and rundown, showing signs of patched-up repairs everywhere.
Electrical wires crisscrossed overhead like a spider web.
