Pursing her lips, Song Qinghuan looked up at him, her voice tinged with anxiety as she asked, "Shi Yuhuan, is Li Wei really dead?"
She hesitated as she asked.
She had this nagging feeling that it must be like the last time, a false alarm, mere playacting, and Shi Yuhuan would tell her once the dust had settled that Li Wei was alive and well.
"Yes!" Shi Yuhuan's answer was devoid of emotion.
Song Qinghuan couldn't bring herself to believe the news of Li Wei's death.
She gripped Shi Yuhuan's hand tightly, her voice trembling, "You can't lie to me, keep things from me... Li Wei called me. She was fine. How did she suddenly die? Shi Yuhuan, are you planning something? If you don't think I should know about it, and you don't want to tell me, then what...?"
Shi Yuhuan interrupted her, "It's true this time!"
Song Qinghuan's face instantly darkened.
