Because of deep love, the slightest flaw cannot be tolerated.
He hated her, yet he also loved her.
He could deceive everyone, but he couldn't deceive himself; he truly loved her. How easy had these three years been for him?
As he spoke, Fu Lingfeng's voice gradually lowered, his jaw resting on her shoulder, his heart feeling as if it were being clawed at, unbearably painful.
Gu Nanqiao felt the warmth from his body, tears sliding out of her eyes one by one, falling to the ground.
She let him hold her without struggling, closed her eyes, and said, "Fu Lingfeng, please let me go."
"I'll let you go, and you let me go. We'll let go of each other, and from now on, neither of us will suffer any longer."
Once, we did not persist; now, we release each other.
Having said that, she pushed him away forcefully. Fu Lingfeng, caught off guard and unsteady, staggered back two steps.
And she, without a moment's hesitation, turned around and left the bedroom.