Hamish met with me in a park one day.
He told me the dwelling place was no longer convenient for me to stay.
I said I could go to my aunt’s or my friend’s, and I had written down their phone numbers in the inner part of my left shank before coming to Beijing, thereby I could erase them swiftly once I was kidnapped.
“You wrote phone numbers on your leg!” Hamish said in astonishment.
That day, as we said goodbye, Hamish clutched my thin shoulder powerfully with his big hand, gazing deep into my eyes silently; his eyes were filled with genuine concern and good wishes.