C75 Wucheng
"How unlucky can I get? Is rain always this plentiful on Earth?"
A figure dashed through the downpour, coming to a halt in front of W Supermarket's entrance.
Zhang Hang pulled off his hood, grumbling under his breath about the unexpected turn in the weather. His hoodie was soaked through, clinging to him and steadily leeching away his warmth.
"Achoo!"
A sharp gust, heavy with rain