初阳的日光，透过硕大的落地窗，照进了这金辉酒店的顶层总统套房B3509里。
阳光打到了周清那微红肤白的脸颊上，现在是上午的九点半。
突然其中一个床头柜上，那银色手提包里，响起了一首英文歌《Dancing with Our Hands Tied》：
Could've spent forever with your hands in my pockets
Picture of your face in an invisible locket
You said there was nothing in the world that could stop it
I had a bad feeling
And darling, you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis
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