393, Song Qinghuan, you are really naive.

His silence sent shivers down Song Qinghuan's spine.

She had spoken out of spite, spewing angry words without thinking.

But she hadn't expected him to concede through his silence, an admission of guilt in Song Qinghuan's eyes.

Her eyes widened in terror, her body began to shake involuntarily, she stuttered, "Why...why are you silent? Please don't tell me... it really has something to do with you?"

Shi Yuhuan gave a hooking smile, but it was as icy cold as frost, brilliantly dreadful, "How does it matter if it has something to do with me, how does it matter if it doesn't?"

Song Qinghuan shook her head, "You....you killed..."

The five words "killed my brother" were stuck in her teeth, but it was not a confirmation.

She had said it out of extreme anger.