a
civilian
tell
me
I039;m
safe
with
them。
Usually,
it039;s
the
other
way
around。(从没听哪个平民跟我说过有他们在,我很安全。通常情况正好相反。)
Ghost把你的掌心往伤痕累累的胸口处压得更紧。深褐色的眼眸里落了点清晨的微光,有什么在一寸寸坍塌。
There
are
people
who
get
soaked
in
the
rain
and
spend
their
lives
cursing
the
sky。(有人淋湿后用尽一生去怨恨天空。)
他低喃着,手指插进你后脑勺柔软的发丝里,轻轻揉捏着:
I
used
to。
Hated
the
rain。
Hated
the