C207 Looking for Zhao Yu

In the wet alley, the red walls had long since dimmed under the wash of time, moss was floating on them, wet and sticky, and a woman was crouching on the ground, half holding a bottle of wine, a cigarette between her left index and middle fingers, smoke to her left and wine to her right, staring out into the busy city as she exhaled the white mist.

She did not fit in with this place