The rest of the world quieted into nothing. In that moment, after ten long years, Celaena looked at Chaol and realized she was home.
世界的其余部分安静得仿佛不存在。在那一刻,经过漫长的十年,Celaena看着Chaol,意识到她回家了。
To write is to rewrite, and to rewrite is to understand.
The unfinished has its own perfection.
我不是商人,我就是生意本身。