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                                                                                                                                                                阮梦突然捉住他的手，“我、我还活着吗？我……我没死？真的没死？”如果这一切都是真的的话，为什么唯一改变的就只有卫宫悬？为什么会这样？为什么？按理说不管怎么变，事情应该都是延续其原来的轨迹不是吗？
                                                                                                                                                                “你当然没死，你没事吧？”大掌贴上她额头摸了摸，没发烧，为什么突然开始说胡话了？
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                阮梦猛地抽回手，像是才注意到自己的手拉着卫宫悬的手一样，她咽了口口水，觉得自己的脑子真是坏掉了，要知道这是真的假的还不简单，干什么要问卫宫悬？这样想着，她就伸出手腕送到自己嘴边，狠狠地一口下去，嘴里立刻尝到了铁锈味，浓浓的，令人作呕。鲜艳的颜色就像是她前世临死时看到的那鲜红的“手术中”，能让人心碎。
                                                                                                                                                                很疼很疼，所以……她应该是活着的吧？阮梦闭上眼，不懂为什么，现在只有这样才能让她确信自己还活着吗？
                                                                                                                                                                卫宫悬的反应比她的快，“你做什么！”
                                                                                                                                                                手腕立刻被他捉住，卫宫悬的速度也很快，他迅速找到了医药箱，取了碘酒和棉签，阮梦缩回手，干笑：“额呵呵，我不疼、不疼……”
                                                                                                                      

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