她缓了缓，“没事了，就是我矫情。”                                                                                她尽量不去想以前。                                                                                蒋慕承把她眼泪擦干，他不知道她怎么了，看上去不是疼，是伤心。                                                                                后来，两人合二为一时。                                                                                苏韵眼泪唰唰的往下流。                                                                                那种感觉，就像没有麻醉，身体就被手术刀剖开，疼的生不如死。                                                                                其实蒋慕承也好不到哪里去，进退不是，他克制着自己，缓了缓，他低头亲苏韵，沿着下巴向下他极尽温柔的安慰她。                                                                                慢慢的，苏韵身体放松，两人合拍。                                                                                这场辛苦的运动结束后，蒋慕承筋疲力尽，苏韵也是。感觉像跑了两万米，不对，比两万米还要远。