第三十七章

安静的咖啡厅，音响里正放着那首歌：
No,I can't forget this evening。
Oh,your face as you were leaving。
But I guess that's just the way the story goes。
钟沁坐在角落里，秋风从窗外吹进来，带着微冷的凉意。她轻轻搅动着调羹，鼻息间竟是咖啡的醇香，她的面色是难得的凝重。
朱慧蓝端着一盘水果走过