朱翻译
我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune顾遥转过身，朝那扇绿门大步走去。他没有回头，仿佛怀有一种不可动摇的确信——陈伟一定会跟上来。他挺直的背影，如同一柄仍收于鞘中的利刃，划开了俱乐部浑浊的空气。Gu Yao turned and strode toward the green door. He did not glance back, as though possessed of an unshakable certainty that Chen Wei would follow in his wake. His erect silhouette cut through the club's murky atmosphere like a blade still sheathed within its scabbard.
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