Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5039 (Five Thousand and Thirty-Nine) False
"What's good to feel?" said the Gray Hand Man. "If you feel fake things too much... what's the benefit? If you feel fake things too much and take them as real things... then... wouldn't it be more uncomfortable? Living in false warmth? Forget it... forget it... I'd better face the cruelty of reality directly like before. I didn't like spring at that time, I... that's what I thought."

The Gray Hand said, "At that time, even if you really felt warmth, you would just think that all the warmth was fake?"

The man said, “It’s fake.”

The man with gray hands thought about some of the things that the man had said to him and the man with brown hands before, and felt that there were actually some similarities between these things.

The Gray Hands Man recalled the situations that the man "could not imagine", and there was a passage that left a deep impression on the Gray Hands Man, and at this time the man's words lingered in the Gray Hands Man's mind again.

"That's... that's when I told him... when a blue-armored man was being bullied, someone stood up to stop him... even... even such a thing... I can't imagine it... let alone... I can't imagine how the blue-armored man would feel."

Gray Hand thought: Yes, he had never experienced such a thing before, and he felt that such a thing was impossible to happen. If the spellcaster had not used his magic, he would not have thought of it. This shows that the situation he encountered at the time was closely related to the spellcaster's magic.

The Gray Hand Man actually roughly knew what the man was thinking, but he still wanted to confirm it, so he asked the man again: "In your eyes at that time, did warmth mean unreality?"

"Yeah, how can it be true?" the man said.

"When you stand in the spring sun, do you always feel that way? You never feel comfortable?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"To be honest, before my thoughts...changed, when I stood in the spring sun, I not only didn't feel comfortable, but also felt...very uncomfortable...as if...as if I was being mocked...I felt this way for a long time." The man said. "Have you ever thought about getting rid of that feeling?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I haven't thought about it." The man said, "That's just me...my own feeling...why...why should I throw it away?"

The man thought for a moment and then said, "Throwing that thing away doesn't do me any good. Why should I give up that... that original thing? There's no need... I just felt it was unnecessary at the time. It's better... it's better... to leave."

The Gray Hand Man asked again: "Leave?"

"What do you mean by leaving?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Just leave that environment." said the man.

"What kind of environment?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"And... and the environment of spring sun." The man said, "I don't want to stand under the spring sun, so I... I will avoid... avoid the spring sun. Not... not staying in that kind of environment... I won't have to feel that kind of hypocrisy... That kind of hypocrisy also wears down people's will... If I stay in that kind of hypocrisy for a long time, what if..."

(End of this chapter)