Fu Jingtong certainly knew he didn't mean any harm, and she even knew that this man had been waiting for her all along, but what had happened, had happened. She couldn't convince herself to pretend it never happened and continue being with him; she simply couldn't do it.
Fu Jingtong stayed silent, turned around to leave, and Gu Bowen instinctively grabbed her wrist, "Jingtong, can you really not forgive me?"
His tone was sorrowful, and even without turning her head, Fu Jingtong could imagine the expression on his face right then. A dull pain emanated from her heart, and her body stiffened slightly, yet she didn't turn around, "Yes."
A single word, final and decisive.
Gu Bowen's hand, holding hers, fell limply, and as Fu Jingtong looked at the shadows on the ground, it seemed as if something flashed in her eyes, but ultimately she left without a word.
Shen Qinglan and Fu Hengyi had turned a corner before Fu Jingtong saw them, and went to the other side of the large courtyard.