一坐在香港北角城市花园酒店一楼大堂的沙发上,韩欣心里十分迷茫与无助,深深的孤独感强烈地牢牢地控制住她,这是漫无边际的孤独。她努力装出淡定与平静,然而她自己明白,她一点也不淡定,也不平静。大堂辉煌耀眼的灯火,更反衬出外面的灰暗,她心里一阵阵地发冷。其实,这才下午四点半,农历七月底的下午四点半。在香港,这个国际大都市。然而,一切灰暗。 Sitting on the sofa in the lobby on the first floor of City Garden Hotel in North Point, Hong Kong, Han Xin was very confused and helpless. Her deep loneliness firmly controlled her. It was an endless loneliness. She endeavored to calm and calm, yet she knew she was calm and calm at all. Brilliant brilliant dazzling lights in the lobby, but also contrast the dark outside, her heart chills. In fact, this half past four in the afternoon, at half past four in the afternoon of the seventh lunar month. In Hong Kong, this international metropolis. However, everything is gloomy.