Chapter 4622 (four thousand six hundred and twenty-two) cold
"He... didn't... say anything at this time. He didn't say anything until I spoke again," the man replied.
"What did you say?" asked the man with gray hands.
"I just told him, I...I don't want to feel anything...I can't feel anything..." the man said, "Tell him to let go quickly."
The man with gray hands asked, "What was his reaction?"
"He still didn't let go of my hands." The man replied, "He asked me if I really couldn't feel it... and asked me if I felt this feeling was familiar."
"What did you say?" the gray-handed man said.
"I said I'm not familiar with it," the man said.
"Do you really feel unfamiliar, or did you say that deliberately for some reason?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It really feels unfamiliar." The man said.
"Can you understand what he's talking about?" the man with gray hands asked.
"I didn't realize it at the time, but...but what he said next reminded me of something," the man said.
"What did he say?" the gray-handed man continued to ask.
"He asked me if I remember when I was little, my dad used to... hold my hands like this." The man said.
After the man said this, both the gray-hand man and the brown-hand man stared closely at the man's expression, worried that he would fall into a state of being unable to communicate normally with others because he talked about his father in the real world again. The man with brown hands was even more prepared to interrupt and change the topic.
Of course the man with gray hands wanted to continue to know more about his father holding his hands when he was a child, but he didn't dare to ask anyway. He just said, "You can't feel it anyway, right?" The man took the initiative and said: "I can't feel it, because...because the opponent's hands are...all cold...it's not...not the feeling that a living person's hands give people."
The man with gray hands asked: "Did you say something?"
"I told him," the man said, "I told him that I didn't remember."
"What about him?" asked the gray-handed man.
"He said it was impossible," the man said.
"What about you?" the man said, "I told him again... no matter what he said, I... I couldn't feel it. In fact, I was thinking of... the scene when I was a child, but... it was just his... A pair of cold hands really...can't give me...the feeling my dad gave me when I was a kid."
The gray-hand man and the brown-hand man once again stared at the man's expression because he talked about his father's situation in the real world, fearing that he would once again fall into a state of being unable to communicate with others normally. The man with brown hands was ready to interrupt and change the topic.
At this time, the person who said before, "I don't have the guts, so I didn't ask to go. This is what makes you different from me." showed no signs of entering a state where he was unable to communicate with others normally.
Although the gray-handed people and the brown-handed people were secretly grateful, they did not really relax.
At this time, the Gray-Hand Man still did not dare to ask more about his father in the real world. He just asked: "In that world, what did he who you thought was the man in blue armor say?"
The man said: "He asked me if I really couldn't remember it, or... I was still being stubborn."
"Did you answer him?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Answered." The man said, "I told him that I wanted to... couldn't remember... I just couldn't remember."
(End of chapter)