She paused slightly, naturally understanding the implied meaning of his words.
Gu Nanqiao stood still, finally responding to him in a calm and peaceful manner, "Then tell me, can spilled water be collected back?"
In his three years of indulgence outside, she managed not to mind, and she even forced herself to endure him bringing other women home, but what about the time he said he would find someone to gang up on her for Qin Jiaran's sake?
No matter how hard she tried to convince herself, she couldn't bring herself not to mind.
What's said is said, just like spilled water, it cannot be taken back.
Fu Lingfeng's eyes lightly closed, no longer speaking, as Gu Nanqiao turned and left.
Just now, undeniably, at the moment when Fu Lingfeng had asked that question, she felt a moment of soft-heartedness.