Fear was etched into her features, in the bunching of her forehead and the tightening of her lips. Alone with just me, she put aside the persona she displayed for others. She was her old self again, fragile, breathy.
恐惧蚀刻进她的面容, 在她紧锁的眉头和紧闭的双唇里。单独和我在一起,她放下了人前的伪装。她又是那副老样子,脆弱,呼吸急促。