Zhou Lihua's Joy
“There’s another crack… I don’t think I can let anyone else know that I’m alive,” Wu Jian said, holding the necklace in his hands. Two cracks ran through it. One went lengthwise and the other traveled vertically from one end to the other. He was fortunate the cracks didn’t go around, but he had the impression the necklace would break if just one more person learned of his survival.
“I think you’re right,” Hou Jingshu agreed. “It was probably reckless enough just to let Lihua know. We should avoid having others find out in the future.”
Not much time had passed since Zhou Lihua fainted. Wu Jian and Hou Jingshu sat at the foot of the Devan, waiting for the young woman to wake up.
Zhou Lihua lay in repose, hands at her sides, feet canted inward. Her face didn’t look peaceful. It was scrunched up, nose wrinkled and eyes moving behind closed lids. Wu Jian was worried she might be having a nightmare.
“Oh… I think she’s waking up,” Hou Jingshu murmured.