The stream of vehicles was like a paralyzed dragon, coiled on the expressway leading to West Gate District.
Midday sunlight poured through the front windshield, making the car interior unbearably hot and stuffy.
Fang Cheng rested a hand on the steering wheel, his fingertips lightly tapping to the rhythm of the jazz music flowing from the car's speakers.
Outside, the sounds of horns and impatient complaints came in waves.
Today is the weekend, and the citizens of East Capital are like birds released from their cages.
Half of them flock to the scenic areas around West Mountain, while the other half squeeze towards the Golden Beach in the east, turning this main road into a solid choke point.
Fang Cheng's destination for this trip is his grandfather's house in Wanghu Town, located in West Gate District.
