Her fingers caressed the badge's patterns, the tactile sensation, and those faint lines on it felt just like the badge Grace Yowell handed her in the café, and it was the same as the badge in her memory.
"What's the story with this badge?" she murmured.
"I had it made based on my memory of that badge's appearance. Over the years, I've seen that badge many times, so I sketched the design and had someone produce it. As for the material used in this badge, it was tested once back then, but they couldn't determine what it was made of. It should be a special alloy, so I could only use a similar one to replace it," Daniel Harris said.
"I see..." Mabel Quinn stared at the badge in her hand for a long while before she finally whispered these words, as tears trickled down her cheeks.
Daniel Harris was startled, and hurriedly said, "Why are you crying? Did I do something wrong?" He hastily took out a handkerchief, wanting to wipe her tears.
