午睡中途,谢语薇从噩梦中惊醒。
她竟然梦见自己在订婚宴上被未婚夫推了高楼摔死!
坐在沙发上缓了片刻,手机忽然响起叮咚一声。
谢语薇擦了一下额头上的冷汗,拿起手机解锁,只见屏幕上跳出一条短信——
【不要和宋堇舟结婚,他会亲手把你送进地狱!】
陌生号码是谁在恶作剧?
谢语薇眉心紧蹙,忽地回想起刚刚梦里宋堇舟觑向自己的厌恶。
她莫名打了个寒颤。
这时,门被推开,同时传来一道温柔的男声。
刚醒吧?打你电话没人接,就猜你是睡着了。
闻声,谢语薇匆忙按灭了屏幕。
她抬眼看过去,只见宋堇舟抱着一束百合花走了进来!
谢语薇狠狠一怔,梦里,他推自己坠楼的时候,就带着百合花!
她声音不自觉轻颤:堇舟,你不是很讨厌百合吗?
宋堇舟低头看了眼手中的花,很随意地将它扔到一边,解释:路上看见一个卖花的小女孩可怜,顺手买的。
The library was on the upper landing. She went in, drew the two roses from her muff, tenderly unswathed them, and put them in a slim glass on her husband’s writing-table. In the doorway she paused to smile at this touch of summer in the firelit wintry room; but a moment later her frown of anxiety reappeared. She stood listening intently for the sound of a latch-key; then, hearing nothing, passed on to her bedroom.