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夜色渐深，窗外的月光洒在两张并排的床榻上，形成一道柔和的光带。林小夏将薄被子轻轻拉过她的耳垂，指尖刚好触碰到漆黑的天花板。这是他们第三次一起失眠了。

“小夏，今天又熬到这么晚？”林墨的声音从身后传来，带着一丝关切，却少了几分亲昵的温度。

她回过头， see his eyes in the darkness. “嗯，墨哥，你最近是不是……”

“没什么，就是有点累。”他轻声打断她的话，”我先睡了，你早点休息。”

她望着他的侧脸，心跳不自觉地加快。夜深人静的时候，这样的温暖总是如此难以抗拒。

“好……”她听见自己出声，带着一丝犹豫。

Minutes later, their bodies lay together in the quiet embrace. She feels him pressing against her back, his weight slightly heavier than usual. The memory of last night’s accident comes back too vividly.

She closed her eyes, trying to block out the pain and the doubts that weighed heavily on her heart. But somehow, even with all those memories, she still couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was missing.

When she finally opened her eyes, he was already gone, leaving behind only the faint scent of cologne and the soft rustle of fabric.

She sat up, gasping for breath. The sheets were cool against her skin, but it wasn’t enough to extinguish the fire burning within her.

Time and distance never seem to be able to fix what one day shared in the quiet of the night.

她轻轻抚摸着自己的脸，感受着脸颊传来的微微发烫。夜已经很深了，窗外的月光依然静静地洒在她的床前。

突然，一阵微风吹过，带着若有若无的香气，像是夜痕的呼吸。她闭上眼睛，仿佛又看见了他们曾经在一起的样子。

多年过去，那些记忆依然清晰如昨。只是现在，她似乎能更清楚地感受到那个夜晚的温暖，那是一种无法用语言形容的心照不宣的默契。

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