The stark contrast between old buildings and high-tech electronic screens, all sorts of colored lights crammed in between, fills the space with a grimy murkiness, saturating the street with a sense of fracture between new and old.
Xu Huo avoided the gaze cast from the shadows and looked up at the left side of the street. Because of the buildings blocking the view, he couldn't see what the Eastern District architecture looked like, but the huge red light illuminating half the sky testified to its massive scale—it must have been the light he saw earlier in the alley.
