Chapter 5289 (five thousand two hundred and eighty-nine) teasing
"Yes." The man replied.
The man with gray hands asked again: "You were still in darkness at that time, and you were somewhat longing for light. Under such circumstances, would you think so?"
The man said: "What I'm thinking of is...after...that is...after I leave."
The gray-hand man said: "What do you mean by 'leaving'?"
"Either... escape from there alive, or... die there." The man said, "Anyway, I'm not there anymore, which means I've left."
The man with gray hands asked, "Do you wish that the light there would remain until you 'leave'?"
The man said: "I hope. After all...that...that light is there, so that I can make myself feel...that I can leave, instead of always being there...being tortured."
The gray-handed man asked: "What happened next?"
The man thought for a moment and said: "The range of that light... has expanded."
The man with gray hands said: "How did you feel after seeing it?"
"It's like... the chance of seeing me 'leave' has increased." The man said.
"What do you like to see?" asked the man with gray hands.
"Yes." The man said, "But only in that special case, I would...like to see. In the long run, that is...impossible. The expansion of the light range...is only temporary."
The man with gray hands asked, "What's in that light?"
The man said: "It's still spring."
"Is the scenery the same as just now?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It's different." The man said.
"What's the difference?" asked the gray-handed man.
"It seems more sunny than before... and the scenery is more beautiful." The man said.
"The scenery is no longer blurry now?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes, it's getting clearer and clearer, and more and more... beautiful." The person said.
"Is there anyone in that spring?" asked the man with gray hands. "I didn't see anyone." The man said, "Not a single one..."
"What did you do now?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I moved my legs again ... trying to get myself moving," the man said.
The gray-handed man 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?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Almost... basically... it's still the same." The man said.
"Why did you move there again this time?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I...I still want to grab that piece of spring and bring it to me." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked again: "Is the idea similar to last time?"
"Yes." The man said.
"But you still can't do it?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said.
"Is there any difference between the feeling this time and the last time?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It's more painful." The man said.
"Why?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Because I feel like I'm... being teased by them." The man said.
"How to tease?" asked the man with gray hands.
"It's just that... they clearly know that I am in darkness and cold, the kind of darkness and cold that is excessive and that most people can't stand. But they deliberately... let me see... see that kind of spring, that kind of... The sun is shining and it looks warm in spring. But... I can only look at it, and I can't take that piece of spring as my own. Even if I go in... I can't... they are like this. Tease me, insult me."
(End of chapter)