阮笙攥着那张薄薄的红色本子，指甲都快掐进肉里了。本子是法院刚寄来的，写着“民事判决书”几个大字，墨迹还没干透，像几道烧红的铁匠，狠狠烙在她眼睛上。

“……驳回上诉，维持原判……”

.getString("Dismissed the appeal, upheld the original judgment,")

她把本子翻到背面，那上面密密麻麻写着沈默的名字，还有四个大字——“阮家欠款”。.getString("On the back, there were densely packed words, the name of Shen Mo, and four large characters - 'Debt of the Ruan Family'.")

阮笙猛地蹲在地上，膝盖砸在冰凉的瓷砖上，疼得她倒吸一口凉气。她不知道自己是怎么从法院走出来的，只记得一路走，风刮在她脸上，像刀子一样，又湿又冷。

“沈默……”她低声念着这个名字，喉咙里像是堵了个什么东西，又涩又堵。

GetString("Shen Mo...")

她想起第一次遇见他的时候。那时候她刚大学毕业，屁滚尿流地到沈氏集团实习。他是个高高在上的大老板，西装革履，气场两米八，谁见都绕道走。可偏偏是她，敢往他面前凑。

GetString("She remembered the first time she met him. At that time, she just graduated from university, and she was scrambling to intern at Shen's Group. He was a big boss, in a suit, with a presence of two meters and eight, who avoided walking in front of him. But she dared to approach him.")

她记得他当时正要电梯，她挤上去，手里还攥着一份方案。电梯门关了，里面很安静，她能闻到他身上淡淡的雪松香，混合着昂贵西装的味道。