Chapter 5183 (five thousand one hundred and eighty-three) endure
"Although?" Gray Hand asked, "But what?"
"But...but I wanted someone to hear and respond." The man replied.
"At this time, do you still have hope in your heart?" the gray-handed man asked.
"That's right." The man said, "Since I think of myself in that...world...then I should have hope in my heart."
"What did you say again?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I said... no one told me." The man said.
"Then what?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Then I...suddenly felt that I was too shameless." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked: "Why do you suddenly feel like this again?"
"Because I am... a Tiecang person." The man said, "I am a Tiecang person... I talk to those people again and again... but... no one pays attention to me. I am in a cold and dark place... ...I endured the pain, but no one listened to my words. This...this is so shameless...shameful...really shameful!"
"You were lucky just now that you could still open your mouth to speak." The gray-handed man said.
"That was the last moment." The person said, "But... but if no one listens to my words... being able to open my mouth to speak... will it give me another way to embarrass myself?"
"It's better than not being able to say anything, right?" the gray-handed man asked.
"That's right." The man said, "But I have said it...I have said it...I just feel...uncomfortable."
"Then you don't have to say anything," the man said.
"At that time... I actually regretted saying so many things before... but... I still wanted to continue talking," the man said.
"Then you're going to continue talking?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said, "Not only did I continue to speak, but... the content of what I continued to say... was actually related to whether I said or not."
"What did you continue to say?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I...I said that if I...don't speak, I would feel even scarier." The man said. "Have you spoken out your fear?" the man with gray hands asked.
"Yes, I said it." The man said.
"Then you're not worried about being embarrassed?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I... just wanted to dilute that fear..." the man said, "If I could have diluted that fear at that time... maybe I wouldn't have said more embarrassing words."
"After saying this, has the fear been diluted?" the gray-handed man asked.
"No." The man said.
"Then what happened to you?" the gray-hand man asked.
"I just said...come here!" The man said, "This time, his tone seems very tough."
"Is it also to dilute my own fear?" the gray-handed man asked.
"There is indeed a reason for this." The man said.
"Has it been diluted?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I couldn't dilute it...so...so I suddenly felt that something was wrong with me again." The person said, "The hope I had before...seemed to have gone away all of a sudden."
The gray-handed man said: "What did you say?"
"I asked what happened to me," the man said.
"Is this what you intend for those people to hear?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It's definitely not meant for those people to listen to, but...but even if those people do, it's...nothing." The man said.
"If those people heard your self-reflection, wouldn't you feel ashamed?" the gray-handed man asked.
"At this moment, the situation is different again." The man said.
(End of chapter)