One midnight I delivered her a phone call made by her friend . The minute the door opened , I felt too stunned to open my mouth , staring at her scorched and toilworn face under the glaring lamp , as if an ancient thread-bound book .

一次半夜里我为她传一个电话，门开的一瞬间，我惊愕不止。惨亮的灯光下，她枯黄憔悴如同一册古老的线装书。