Chapter 5877 (five thousand eight hundred and seventy-seven) points out

“What do you mean by being in too deep?” the man with gray hands asked deliberately.

“It’s obvious, what else could it be?” the Brown-Handed Man grinned.

Gray Hand Man said, “So you’re saying I’m deeply trapped in a certain pattern, right?”

“You’ve said that, and yet you still ask me this.” said the man with brown hands.

“Is this your admission?” the Gray Hand said, “That’s it?”

“Why not admit it?” said the Brown Hand Man. “You are just deeply stuck in the pattern.”

The Gray Hand said, “If you insist that I am deeply trapped, what can I do?”

“You obviously don’t admit it when you say that,” said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand Man did not say whether he admitted it or not, but repeated what he had just said: “Even if I don’t give you this chance to speak again, if you want to speak, I can’t stop you, right?”

“You can’t stop it, but I really hope nothing can stop it.” said the brown-handed man.

The Gray Hand asked, “Don’t you want to say that I’m repeating myself?”

“Yes,” said the brown-handed man, “how do you know I don’t want to say it?”

“Then why didn’t you say anything?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“I haven’t said it yet?” The brown-handed man asked, “Why do you want me to say it so badly?”

The Gray Hand said, “I’m not overthinking it, I just think that my repetition is so obvious, so what you said is very likely.”

The brown-handed man said, “That’s what I was going to say. It’s just repetition. But I also want to say something else.”

The Gray Hand asked, “What?”

Even as he asked, the gray-handed man seemed to have realized that his attempts to smooth things over were ineffective, and the brown-handed man finally had to say those heavy words.

“Whether you want me to say it or not, whether I say it or not, some things are not up to you and me.” The brown-handed man said, “It’s like I really want to say something right now, but the consequences of spitting out those two words just now were revealed in an instant, and I still didn’t say it.”

The man with gray hands didn’t want to continue trying to smooth things over, and simply made things clear, saying: “Whether I stop you or not, the result will be the same.” “I’m not afraid of being stopped by you, I’m afraid of being stopped by the situation,” said the man with brown hands.

“You’re being very subtle,” said the Gray Hand Man. “Circumstances.”

“I want to make it clear.” The brown-handed man said, “Actually, the first thing that came to my mind just now was not ‘situation’.”

“What is it?” the Gray Hand Man asked again.

“It’s ‘fate’.” said the brown-handed man.

“Not bad.” said the man with gray hands.

“What’s the good thing?” said the brown-handed man, “Isn’t this direct enough?”

The Gray Hand Man said, “Well, compared to ‘situation’, it is quite direct.”

“Are you not going to continue trying to smooth things over?” asked the man with the brown hands.

“To smooth things over?” The man with gray hands asked knowingly.

“What were you doing just now?” asked the brown-handed man.

“You felt it when I was trying to smooth things over?” the Gray Hands said, “Why don’t you cooperate?”

The Gray Hand Man still had a playful tone when he said this, but the playful tone failed to completely dispel the heaviness between the two people’s conversation.

The brown-handed man said, “Actually, I really didn’t feel it at the time.”

“You suddenly ask me to smooth things over now.” said the man with gray hands.

“You also said it was ‘at this time’, which means it happened later.” The brown-handed man said, “In fact, I only realized later that you were trying to smooth things over.”

“You’ve realized all that, and yet you still say that?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“That’s because you’ve already pointed it out.” said the man with brown hands.

(End of this chapter)