I realized I still hadn't breathed out. I exhaled, slowly, quietly. I felt paralyzed. I watched them close in on the boy I'd grown up with, the boy whose harelipped face had been my first memory.
我觉得自己无法呼吸。我慢慢地、安静地呼着气,全身麻木。我看见他们逼近那个跟我共同长大的男孩,那个我懂事就记得他的兔的男孩。