女子親了一下孩子因火光而紅潤的臉龐。The door across the room swung open. Although she knew that this was her imagination: they are on the second floor of the cabin. But it felt like as the winter had somehow penetrated the barrels created by thick wooden walls and burning mantelpieces, and had stepped into the room. A large black shadow filled the frame of the door. It was like the deadly winter itself had taken a corporeal form and appeared in front of her.

“My dearest -” The reverberating voice from the figure was apologetic, filled with sorrow and a slight trace of anger. But she knew the anger was not towards her and her child. She recognized the voice as her husband’s. The man at the door pulled off the hood of his black cloak and revealed his face. ?Most of his face covered with days-worth of beard. The chiseled jaw and high cheek bone made him look almost feral. The firelight danced across his gleaming eyes: his pupils were two swirls of melted gold.

(寫著寫著就發(fā)覺還是英語順手一點(diǎn)……)