苏韵还是摇头，她这辈子都不想再见到那些人。                                                                                她不想去，蒋慕承也不敢勉强，怕碰触到她敏感的神经，当她知道他今晚要去找那些人算账，她没发疯，已经令他很意外。                                                                                也可能她这几年恨的，怨的，害怕的，不是五年前的经历，而是她们的把柄握在别人手里。                                                                                那些视频就像个不定时炸.弹一样，随时都能将她炸的粉身碎骨，这种情绪每天越演越烈，才导致了夜夜噩梦。                                                                                “他们以前怎么对你的，我就再加倍还给他们。”                                                                                苏韵还是不说话，整个人瘫软在他怀里，眼神黯淡无光。                                                                                也不知道过了多久，她说：“我困了。”                                                                                蒋慕承把她抱回卧室。                                                                                苏韵缩在被子里，转过身去，蒋慕承只以为她又想到了过往，也没多想别的，在卧室陪了她快两个小时。                                                                                她有没有睡着，蒋慕承也不知道。                                                                                夜幕降临，这座不夜城又开始了一晚的狂欢。                                                                                这最热闹繁华的地方，灯光崔餐，五彩斑斓，却也纸醉金迷，特别容易让初来乍到的年轻男女们迷失自我。                                                                                蒋慕承趴在露台的栏杆上，看着夜色下的黄浦江，昏暗悠密，一艘艘观景游轮来了又去，去了又返。