“Sorry I’m late,” he says to Rachel, shaking her hand. “You know how Beijing traffic can be.” Then he turns to me for the first time since that day in the rain and smiles. And my heart falls. Breaks upon impact. Because it’s his formal smile, the same smile he gives strangers and fans and interviewers like Rachel, the corners of his mouth curving up just slightly, neither of his dimples showing.
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