It was barely misting now; Alice was going to be right.

现在雨已经变成蒙蒙细雨了。爱丽丝是对。

There they sit beneath harsh white lights, damp from routine mistings, just waiting to be picked up and carried away.

他们坐在白色灯光下，被例行雾霭弄得漉漉，就等着被人捡起来运走。

" Summer can find the village, " Bran said suddenly, his words misting in the air. He did not wait to hear what Meera might say, but closed his eyes and let himself flow from his broken body.

" 夏天可以帮我们找村子，" 布兰灵机一动，他话在雾里结霜。他没有等待梅拉反应，就闭上睛，离开了残破身躯。