Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and the thorn touched her heart, and a fierce pang of pain shot through her. 南丁格尔更加的靠近那个刺,刺碰到了她的心脏,一股剧烈的疼痛击穿了她的身体。
She fell to reflecting again, and in looking downwards, a thorn of the rose remaining in her breast accidentally pricked her chin. 她又陷入了沉思,向下看时,她戴在胸前的玫瑰花刺扎了一下她的下巴。