闻声，蒋慕承刹住脚步，转身看向落地窗前，苏韵正双腿抱膝坐在窗边，没看他，一直看着钢琴。                                                                                蒋慕承疾步走过去，半跪在她身侧，将她揽在怀里，呼吸急促，“以为你离开了呢。”                                                                                苏韵问：“蒋慕承，在你心里，我是不是始终都是个外人？”                                                                                “瞎说什么呢！”                                                                                苏韵自嘲的冷笑一声：“你的烦恼痛苦都由另一个女人来跟你分担，夏乔能跟你风雨同舟，而我只适合天气好的时候陪你乘豪华游轮出海看看风景，是不是这样？”                                                                                这一刻，蒋慕承像是被凌迟一般，心里发疼，静默几秒他说：“对不起。”                                                                                苏韵双手紧握，抱着最后一丝希望：“你真不打算跟我说刚才发生了什么事吗？”                                                                                蒋慕承没有丝毫的犹豫：“没这个打算。”                                                                                他的话就像一盆冷水，把她心底的那点希望彻底浇灭。                                                                                苏韵的眼眶发热，别过视线看向窗外，落地窗前的那台钢琴，异常刺眼，那里是他们刚才欢爱的地方，这才多久，他所有的温情都不见。                                                                                “既然如此，蒋慕承，我们好聚好散吧。”                                                                                蒋慕承很是无所谓：“随你，你要不怕我找你麻烦，你就跟我分。”                                                                                苏韵：“”