把身上那件大紅棉襖收了收緊,一邊端著手裡的蠟燭貼著牆朝前慢慢地走。蠟燭可能是剛被風給吹熄的,走廊的窗開著,風很大,在過道里吹得人一陣陣發寒。不過她似乎並沒有留意到這些,甚至沒感覺到自己手裡的蠟燭熄沒熄,只是彎著腰在牆角邊仔仔細細地看,一邊時不時地把被風吹落到額頭的髮絲朝後掠。
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