Chapter 5289 (Five Thousand Two Hundred and Eighty-Nine) Teasing

“Yes,” the man replied.

The Gray Hand Man asked again: “You were still in the darkness, and you longed for light. In such a situation, would you think like this?”

The man said, “I’m thinking about… the future… that is… after I leave.”

The Gray Hand asked, “What do you mean by ‘leave’?”

“Either… escape from there alive, or… die there.” The man said, “Anyway, I’m not there anymore, which means I’ve ‘left’.”

The Gray Hand asked, “Do you hope that the light there will remain until you ‘leave’?”

The man said, “I hope so. After all… that… that light is there, so I can make myself feel that… I can leave, instead of staying there… suffering.”

The Gray Hand asked, “What happened next?”

The man thought for a moment and said, “The scope of that light…has expanded.”

The Gray Hand Man said, “How did you feel after seeing this?”

“It’s as if… the chances of seeing me ‘leave’ have increased.” said the man.

“You like seeing it?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“Yes,” the man said, “but only in that special situation, I would… like to see it. In the long run, it is… impossible. The expansion of the range of light… is only temporary.”

The Gray Hand Man asked, “What’s in that light?”

The man said, “It’s still spring.”

“Is the scenery the same as before?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“It’s different.” said the man.

“What’s the difference?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“It seems sunnier than before… and the scenery is more beautiful.” said the man.

“Is the scenery no longer blurry at this time?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“Yes, it’s becoming clearer and more… beautiful,” said the man.

“Is there anyone in that spring?” the Gray Hands asked. “I didn’t see anyone,” the man said, “not even one.”

“What did you do then?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“I took another step…trying to make myself move,” the man said.

The Gray Hand asked, “Did you do it?”

The man said again: “I didn’t do it.”

“Does it feel the same as the last time you tried to move?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“It’s about the same… basically… it’s still the same.” said the man.

“Why did you move there again this time?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“I…I still want to grab that spring and bring it to me.” said the man.

The Gray Hand asked again: “Is your idea similar to last time?”

“Yes.” said the man.

“But you still can’t do it?” said the man with gray hands.

“Yes.” said the man.

“Is there any difference between this time and last time?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“It’s even more painful,” the man said.

“Why?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“Because I feel like they are… teasing me.” said the man.

“How?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“It’s just… they knew clearly that I was in darkness and cold, the kind of darkness and cold that most people couldn’t stand. But they deliberately… let me see… that kind of spring, the kind of… sunny and warm-looking spring. But… I could only watch, and I couldn’t take that spring… for myself. Even if I went in… I… couldn’t do it. They teased me and insulted me like this.”

(End of this chapter)