Clearly, Zihan Huang had known something was inside and desperately wanted to keep it in there. Maybe she heard them dying before Yifei jostled them, heard their cries echoing down across the cold metal and shadows, the constant drip drip drip of their decay splashing down. Maybe she was too scared to stick her head inside and peer up into the darkness, so she did what Cora would do and tried to make it quieter, tried to forget about it. After enough time passes, the lying always becomes easier.
