Gu Nanqiao blinked her eyes, suppressing the sourness that welled up.
She said word by word, "I am not a saint, and I cannot forgive everything you've done, not even if you brought me to the hospital today and helped me get dressed. I cannot simply overlook your past actions."
Simply put, she did not forgive him.
Even if she no longer loved him, she did not forgive him.
She could not forgive someone who had sent her away and had physically assaulted her.
Fu Lingfeng's fingers, resting on her shoulder, tensed slightly, and he looked up, meeting her gaze.
At such a close distance, their eyes met, yet they felt as if a colossal abyss lay between them.
He struggled to lift the corners of his mouth, calling out her name with difficulty, "Xiaoqiao."
Gu Nanqiao didn't speak, waiting for him to continue.
"Can't you really forgive me?" he asked, never having felt how difficult it was to utter some questions.
