Zhào | Jiāxīng

"It’s okay," Mei whispered. "I remember now. He asked me to wait, and I said I couldn't. I sent him away."

He paused, his back to her.

He pressed a specific spot on the side of the box—a spot worn smooth by a thumb—and clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. It was a technique known as echolocation of the soul . zhào jiāxīng

One of the most prominent individuals with this name is , a researcher specializing in theoretical physics and heavy-ion collisions. "It’s okay," Mei whispered

Mei looked at the broken box. For the first time in fifteen years, she didn't see a piece of junk. She saw the afternoon light of that Thursday. She felt the hope she had felt back then, before the years of bitterness took root. I sent him away

"Do you have the object?" he asked.

"Mr. Zhào?" she asked.