Wu Jian’s tale took several hours to tell. He told Zhou Lihua the same things he had to Hou Jingshu the morning after that first night on the airship. While he hadn’t been sure what sort of reaction he had expected, Zhou Lihua took his story very calmly. Only the trembling of her hands and lips gave away her agitation.
“It seems you have been through a lot. I am so sorry, Jian. It shames me to think about how I was unable to be there during your time of suffering,” Zhou Lihua said.
Wu Jian shook his head. “I think it was better this way. Had you been with me, you might have died as well.”
“I suppose,” Zhou Lihua said, though she didn’t sound like she agreed.