The Life-saving Glue
· 8 min read
Li Ming felt like his legs were practically part of his electric scooter. Raindrops, like cheap beads from a clearance sale, hammered his helmet, trickled down his neck, and seeped towards his hot, aching back. This city, this steel jungle, always had a way of throwing cold water on you—literally and figuratively—right when you were most exhausted.