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... pened and continued to be with him. She could not do it.
Fu Jingting did not speak, turned and went, Gu Bowen subconsciously seized her wrist, "Jing Ting, can you really forgive me?"
His tone is sad. Even if Fu Jingting doesn't look back, she knows the expression on his face at the moment, and the blunt pain is coming from the heart. Her body is slightly stiff, but she has not turned, "Yes."
A word, a piece of iron.
Gu Bowen shook her hand weakly, and Fu Jingting look ...
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