i… you said if the player comforts him three times, he overcomes fear in the night raid. How many players would discover this?”
叶晚愣了一下，看林薇。林薇翻译了问题，叶晚轻声用中文回答：“可能很少。但我们做了，因为……因为他存在。那个士兵，在游戏的世界里，存在过。”
翻译后，Michael沉默了几秒，然后点头：“I see. It’s not for the player. It’s for the character itself.”
“Yes.”叶晚说，“就像我妈妈绣花。她不为了谁看，绣了，就存在了。”
话题转到绣样。Sarah调出了“雨后春草”的高清图，在共享屏幕上放大。针脚的细节清晰可见，三种绿色的渐变，水珠的光影。
“This is exquisite.” Sarah说，“The craft**anship… and the story behind it. Your mother was ill when she made this?”
叶晚点头，用简单英文回答：“Yes. She had lung disease. Breathe hard, but… she kept sewing. Said, when sewing, not thinking of illness.”
“How long did it take?” Michael问。
“Three days. But she sewed only a few hours each day. Rest in between.”叶晚顿了顿，“The water dropl
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