纸页在掌心皱成一团

        指节泛白

        才惊觉自己竟在发抖——这不是幻觉

        那痛感和惨叫声

        真实得让他心慌

        陈默抬手揉着后颈

        那冷刺感还没散去

        像有片冰贴在皮肤上

        他抬头看向窗帘

        缝隙里漏进的雪光刚好落在摊开的病历上

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