她不是矫情的女人，也不算怕疼，可现在是真疼，钻心的疼。                                                                                蒋慕承两臂用力支撑在她身侧，他极尽耐心的安抚她：“苏韵，没事的，你放轻松一点，好不好？”                                                                                苏韵尽力让自己放松，不知道是什么原因，她总是紧张。那些过去，一幕幕，像梦魇，一个劲儿的往脑海里钻。                                                                                后来，她泪如雨下。                                                                                “苏韵。”蒋慕承用力抱着她。                                                                                苏韵：“对不起。”她哽咽着。                                                                                那些伪装的坚强，那些她以为过去的过去，其实没有过去。                                                                                她用力抱着蒋慕承，寻找依靠。                                                                                蒋慕承的声音沙哑低沉，他说：“苏韵，是我。别怕。”                                                                                苏韵扑闪着湿润的睫毛一瞬不瞬的盯着他看。                                                                                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。