389, the untold sorrow.

Song Qinghuan's face turned stark white, the tightly wound string in her mind abruptly snapped!

She looked at him, eyes full of shock and disbelief. "But you... but you... why didn't you say so earlier, why did you let me misunderstand?"

Shi Yuhuan stared at her astonished and incredulous face, a cold smile on his lips, yet his voice was filled with mockery. "Because I thought it was fun to see you misunderstanding, but now I don't find it interesting anymore."

"Fun? Not interesting anymore?" Song Qinghuan's lips moved weakly, but she could say no words.

She felt as if she were paralyzed, unable to move at all.

Yet her body felt so cold, shivering uncontrollably.

"You..." She looked at Shi Yuhuan, her eyes trembling slightly, shook her head, "You are not like this, I won't believe..."

Her pale lips whispered lightly, her breath wavering, her voice trembling, slightly hoarse.