“嗯。”苏韵回神,抬头看着他，“我要是早点遇到你就好了。”                                                                                此刻，他不懂她这话到底藏着怎样的悲凉与无助。                                                                                蒋慕承点头，亲着她，不让她想那些不愉快的过去。尤其是，跟谁谁谁有关的过去。                                                                                但就是他动作再轻，苏韵还是疼的受不了，她咬牙隐忍着，眼泪在眼眶里直打转。后来眼泪掉下来了。                                                                                不是疼的。                                                                                就是心里有了个依靠。                                                                                终于不再是她一个人。                                                                                蒋慕承愣怔了一下，“对不起。”                                                                                苏韵摇头，然后又笑了，两手抱着他的脖子。                                                                                她整个人紧紧贴在蒋慕承身上，后来，把头埋在他脖子里。