她只能按照这个社会最现实最残忍的那一面，虚伪的活着。                                                                                有时看着镜子里那个温顺乖巧，懂事听话的她，她发觉都快不认识自己了。                                                                                林樾意识到自己说了让她伤心的话，也不知该如何安慰，最后只说了句：“今晚过后你就自由了。”                                                                                苏韵一脸茫然，欲要问他是几个意思，包间的门从里面拉开，一个妆容精致的女人走出来。                                                                                “林樾，搁这里傻站着干嘛呢，就等你了！”                                                                                袁颖这才把视线落在背对着她的那个女人身上，修长的脖子，头发挽起，穿一件白色简单的礼服，腰肢柔软纤细，就光是看背影，都觉得美的不可方物。                                                                                苏韵闻声回头，四目相对，苏韵感觉面前这个女人眼神慌乱，神情紧张。                                                                                难道是因为自己太美了？                                                                                袁颖好不容易镇定