Chapter 5183 (five thousand one hundred and eighty-three) Endure

“Although?” Gray Hand asked, “But what?”

“But…but I hope someone hears and responds,” the man replied.

“Do you still have hope in your heart at this time?” asked the man with gray hands.

“I guess so.” The man said, “Since you think of me in that…world…then I should have hope in my heart.”

“What did you say again?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“I said…no one told me.” said the man.

“And then?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“Then I…suddenly felt so embarrassed.” said the man.

The Gray Hand asked, “Why do you suddenly feel this way?”

“Because I am… from Tiecang.” The man said, “I am a Tiecang person… I talked to those people again and again… but… no one paid attention to me. I was in a cold and dark place… enduring pain, and no one paid attention to me. This… this is too embarrassing… shameful… really shameful!”

“You were just glad that you could still open your mouth and speak.” said the man with gray hands.

“That was the last moment.” The man said, “But… but if no one pays attention to me… being able to speak… doesn’t that mean I have one more way to embarrass myself?”

“It’s better than not being able to say it, right?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“That’s right.” The man said, “But I’ve said it… I’ve already said it… I just feel… uncomfortable.”

“Then you can keep silent.” said the man.

“I actually kind of regretted saying so much before… but… but I still want to continue speaking.” said the man.

“Then why don’t you continue?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“Yes.” The man said, “Not only did I continue to speak, but…what I continued to say…was actually related to whether I spoke or not.”

“What did you continue to say?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“I… I said if I… don’t speak, I’ll feel more terrified.” The man said. “You expressed your fear?” the Gray Hand Man asked.

“Yes, it’s out.” said the man.

“Then you’re not worried about losing face?” asked the man with gray hands.

“I… just wanted to dilute that fear…” the man said, “If I could have diluted that fear… maybe I wouldn’t have said more embarrassing things.”

“Has your fear been dispelled after saying this?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“No.” said the man.

“And what happened to you?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“I said… someone come!” the man said, “This time his tone seems very tough.”

“Is it also to dilute your fear?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“That’s indeed the reason.” said the man.

“Has it been diluted?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“It failed to dilute it… so… so I suddenly felt something was wrong with me again.” The man said, “The hope I had before… seemed to have disappeared all of a sudden.”

The Gray Hand asked, “What did you say?”

“I asked what happened to me.” the man said.

“Is this what you intended for those people to hear?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“It’s definitely not meant for those people to hear, but… but even if those people heard it, it… doesn’t matter.” said the man.

“If those people heard you reflecting on yourself, wouldn’t you feel ashamed?” asked the man with gray hands.

“At this moment, the situation is different again,” the man said.

(End of this chapter)