The crystal chandelier in the bedroom was turned on. The room was as bright as daylight.
They stood facing each other now without speaking.
The room was silent.
Shen Liangchuan did not bend over to pick up his towel.
He looked steadily at Qiao Lian. The quick flash of sorrow in his eyes was barely noticeable.
Indeed.
He should have known. She was a smart girl and surely, she had realized it.
He lowered his gaze slowly.
Her question wasn't really a question. She already knew.
Indeed, after a short pause, she spoke again slowly, "That person by the name of Zhou Song was Soul Fighter's real name, and he was Song Yuanxi's brother, is that right?"
Shen Liangchuan felt every muscle in his body stiffen.
Too many things had happened in the space of a day, and the mix of messages that Qiao Lian had received was at best confusing.