8.布兰(11)
Bran felt paralyzed, he tried to get up to the roof and run. While groped the wall for something to hold, but the wall was unexpectedly smooth and unyielding. Horrified, he felt his legs slipped. All a sudden, the world lurched sickeningly, and he plummeted. He tried desperately to hold something, the ledge! One hand missed and he used the other. He barely held it, while his weight dragged him, so heavy. But how can he get up?
A golden, handsome face appeared above from the window. A strong hand reached down and grabbed his. Bran was lifted to the ledge, and he held the man’s arm tightly, finger’s biting deeply in to the man’s flesh.
“who are you?”
“I... I... I’m...B...Bran...brandon...stark...” bran tried to catch his breath.
“he saw us!” the woman screamed behind.
“how old are you?”the man asked politely.
“ei...eight.” bran loosed his hand.
“what a pity!” he looked back at the woman, “look what I do for love.”