To Charles, with love
Prologue
2007
When he emerge from the bath room she is awake, propped up against the pillows and flicking through the travel brochures that were beside his bed. She is wearing one of his T-shirts, and her long hair is tousled in a way that prompts reflexive thoughts of the previous night. He stands there, enjoying bathe brief flashback, rubbing the water from his hair with a towel.
She looks up from a brochure and pouts. She is probably slightly too old to pout, but they've been going out a short enough time for it still to be cute.
'Do we really have to do something thay involves trekking up mountains, or hanging over ravines? It's our first proper holiday together, and there is literally not one single trip in these that doesn't involve either throwing yourself off something or —' she pretends to shudder '— wearing fleece.'
She knows them down on the bed, stretches her caramel-coloured arms above her head. Her voice is husky, testament to their missed hours of sleep. 'How about a luxury spa in Bali? We could lie around on the sand... spend hours being pampered ... long relaxing nights...'
'I can't do those sorts of holidays. I need to be doing something.'
'Like throwing yourself out of aeroplanes.'
'Don't knock it till you've tried it.'
She pulls a face. 'If it's all the same to you, I think I'll stick with knocking it.'
看过电影，很感动。所以打算阅读一下原著。欢迎大家留言写出自己的翻译，会坚持记录。
