“I'm not what you expected. Is not true?"
“No ... I ... I'm sorry, I was asleep."
“Do you have your luggage ready?" Asked the woman without concessions. Wildau wondered if a smile had ever appeared on that beautiful oriental face.
“Yes, it's in that corner.” He said pointing to a place out of the way of the many tourists passing by. “And I've already paid the hotel bill."
He extended his right hand and the woman shook it tightly.
“Hans Wildau."
“ Liu Daiyu. Or if you prefer. Daiyu Liu."
“ Your given name is ... Daiyu?"
“Yes."
“It has any meaning? Chinese names usually have poetic meanings."
"It means precisely Black Jade." The woman answered dryly.
Suddenly Wildau was invaded by the feeling that the young woman's harsh look and treatment was a mask that protected an interior tha
