"You promised," he objected.
“你保证过的。”他反对道。
"I know."
“我知道。”
"What's the problem?"
“这有什么问题吗？”
I knew he thought it was mere embarrassment holding me back. "I think it will make you mad — or sad."
我知道，他认为是尴尬让我退缩的。“我猜这一定会让你发疯的——或者悲伤。”
His brows pulled together over his eyes as he thought that through. "I still want to know. Please?"
当他思索着这个想法的时候，他的额头皱在了一起。“我还是想要知道。求你了？”
I sighed. He waited.
我叹了口气。他等待着。
"Well… I assumed it was some kind of… occasion. But I didn't think it would be some trite human thing… prom!" I scoffed.
“嗯……我假定这是某种……场合。但我不认为那是某种平庸的人类活动……舞会！”嘲弄道。
"Human?" he asked flatly. He'd picked up on the key word.
“人类？”他冷淡地问道。他抓住了关键词。
I looked down at my dress, fidgeting with a stray piece of chiffon. He waited in silence.
我低下头看着自己的裙子，烦躁不安地抓起一片迷路的薄纱。他沉默地等待着。
"Okay," I confessed in a rush. "So I was hoping that you might have changed your mind… that you were going to change me, after all."
“好吧。”我一吐为快。“我希望你也许已经改变心意了……你终于打算转变我了。”
A dozen emotions played across his face. Some I recognized: anger… pain… and then he seemed to collect himself and his expression became amused.
许多情绪在他脸上一闪而过。有些我能辨认出来：愤怒……痛苦……然后他似乎控制住了自己，然后他的表情变得有趣起来。
