Chapter 5478 (five thousand four hundred and seventy-eight) wipe away
The man thought for a while and said: "Do you feel it? Do you feel it...this..."
"If you don't have feelings, how can you say that you 'really feel like decades have passed'?" the gray-handed man asked.
"At that time..." the man said.
"Is it because you didn't feel it at the time, and now you describe it as 'it really feels like it's been decades'? It's a description, but it's not an exaggeration?" asked the gray-handed man.
"No...not either." The man said.
"What's going on?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I think...it seems like what you said..." the man said.
"What kind?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Actually, in the dream, I...maybe really...feeling?" the person said.
"Is that so?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It seems... yes, but... it's not the same." The man replied.
"What's so different?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I always feel that my sense of time is different from what I usually say..." the person said.
"What's the difference?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Oh..." The man seemed to have figured out something.
"What?" asked the gray-handed man.
"This time, in the dream... I seem to have a sense of time. Well, yes, it can be said that I have a sense of time, but... it is indeed different from the usual sense of time, because... usually When it comes to having a sense of time, it basically means that the time I feel is not much different from the actual time... But... it is different in dreams. I... feel like decades have passed in my dreams, but ...It’s actually impossible for it to be several decades later,” the man said. At this moment, the gray-hand man felt that the "difference" he mentioned didn't seem to make much sense. After all, it was normal to feel that the time that had passed in the dream was different from the time in the real dream.
Although the Gray Hand Man already felt that asking about the time in the dream would not yield anything meaningful in this situation, he still asked: "Do you think these decades have been a particularly long time?"
"Yes! It's very long!" The man said, "It's really... I have been living in that kind of pain for decades. It feels so... so bad! I can't wait to... put these dozens of Erase the memory of years!”
The man with gray hands asked: "Did you want to erase it in a dream, or when?"
The man said: "In the dream, it seemed like it was wiped away, but...even in the dream, I knew...if I wiped it off, I wouldn't be able to get rid of the pain."
"Have you ever wondered why?" the gray-hand man asked.
"In the dream, I just felt... that I would continue to suffer... other pains," the man said.
"That is to say, in the dream, after the 'decades' you mentioned, you feel that you will not relax, but that the pain you will face next will appear in other forms?" Gray the hand man asked.
"Yes...yes." The man said.
"How did the dream develop?" asked the man with gray hands. "Is it far from what you thought?"
"It's similar to what I thought in my dream about not being able to escape from pain and suffering other pains..." the man said.
"In what form do the 'decades' of pain end?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It's... he... the one who said, 'A needle is a stone, a stone is a needle' suddenly... said something to the sky, and it ended." The man said.
"What did you say? Did you hear clearly?" the gray-handed man asked.
(End of chapter)