Chapter 5467 (five thousand four hundred and sixty-seven) Heart-stirring
The man replied: "I didn't dare to speak."
The man with gray hands asked again: "What happened then?"
The man added: "He just told me... to shut up."
The gray-handed man said: "You just shut up?"
"Yes." The man said.
"What is in front of you at this time?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Some... nails appeared." The man said.
"What color nails?"
"The blue one." The man said, "It's the kind...blue that's unique to people with blue armor."
"Then you became silent?" the man with gray hands asked.
"Yes, then...it was quiet for a long time." The man said.
The man with gray hands said again: "How did you feel during this time?"
"The pain...is getting worse," the man said. "Those blue nails are digging into my heart."
The man with gray hands asked again: "Heart-picking?"
"Yes." The man said, "Pick...my heart."
The man with gray hands asked, "Have you seen the heart?"
"Yes." The man said, "The appearance of my own... heart appeared before my eyes."
The gray-handed man asked, "What kind?"
"It's what I imagined...what my heart looks like." The person said, "I definitely don't know what my own heart looks like, but...but...there is still something...like a heart appearing in front of me. ”
"How do you know that thing looks like a heart?" asked the man with gray hands. "I saw... a picture before I had that dream." The man said, "That picture was drawn... according to the heart of a real person."
After the man said this, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He frowned and said, "No...that picture is wrong!"
"What's wrong?" The gray-handed man asked, feeling as if something was wrong.
The man said: "That picture... must be different from my heart, different..."
The man with gray hands asked: "But is the heart you dreamed about similar to the picture you saw before you had that dream?"
"The resemblance is too much, it shouldn't be," the man said.
The gray-handed man asked again: "Why shouldn't you?"
"That picture... the heart in that picture was not drawn for someone like me!" the man said.
"What kind of person is this painting based on?" asked the man with gray hands.
"The blue-armored man...that picture was...drawn according to the blue-armored man's heart!" The man said, "How could I...how could I dream...dream like that...this shouldn't be the case."
The man with gray hands felt that the man was a little nervous, because he was worried that he would fall into a state where he could not communicate with others normally again, so he comforted him: "Isn't it just a dream?"
"Ah..." the man said, "Yes, you are right, it's just... it's just a dream... it's just a dream. I shouldn't react so much. But..."
The gray-handed man asked: "But what?"
"But...the other situations that appeared in my dream are...all related to what happened before." The man said, "The heart in my dream...is like that. I'm worried that it will be related to what happened before." ...What does it have to do with..."
"So what if it's related?" The man with gray hands asked, "Isn't it proven that there is a relationship now? Because you have seen the heart of the man in blue armor drawn by others before, so when you dream, the heart in front of you looks like that. ”
"It would be nice if it was just this kind of relationship..." the man said.
"Why are you still worried?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Worrying has something to do with my own heart," the man said.
(End of chapter)