“No, I'm dead.(不,我已经死了。)”约翰接着说道,“This is your dream, Jackson. Are you a bit disappointed and longing to dream about your beloved?(这里是你的梦境,杰克逊,你是不是有些失望,想要梦见你的心上人啊?)”
“What are you even talking about, little boy? I was so happy to dream about you.(瞎说什么呢,小弟弟,梦见你我开心还来不及呢。)”楚浩然无奈一笑,上前摸了摸约翰的头。
“Jackson, don’t touch my head, I'm not a child anymore!(哎,杰克逊,别摸我的头,我已经不是孩子了!)”约翰整理了一下发型,有些不悦。
“Well, since you appeared in my dream, you must have something to tell me.(好吧,既然是在我的梦中出现,那你一定是有事情交代了。)”楚浩然开口道。“Say it, John Xichen. I'm listening.(说吧,约翰惜辰,我听着。)”
“You were too severely wounded, Jackson. It was only when my soul entered your body that you regained consciousness.(你伤得太重了,杰克逊,我的灵魂进入了你的体内,你才醒了过来。