Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5073 (five thousand and seventy-three) Excessive
The Gray Hand asked, "Why?"

"Because... when I think about the problem from that perspective before, it seems that I... can't forget it." said the man.

"You already think you can't deceive yourself, so is there any point in deceiving yourself?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"It seems... meaningless." said the man.

"Since there is no point, is there any need to deceive?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"No." said the man.

"Then you don't have to lie to yourself, right?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes." the man replied.

"In that case, now tell me what you just thought of." said the man with gray hands.

"I..." The man hesitated.

"Didn't you say you would stop lying to yourself?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yeah... stop lying to yourself." The man said, "Okay, I... I'll tell you."

"Go ahead." said the man with gray hands.

"Where should I start..." the man said, "Let me think..."

This made the Gray Hand Man a little unhappy again, but because he had experienced a period of despair before, the Gray Hand Man did not become irritable again at this time, but began to guide him to speak.

"You just said that you, a person of such status, actually stood at that angle, right?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes." said the man.

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

"A person from Tiecang." The man answered.

"From what angle?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"From the perspective of...the blue...blue-armored man." the man replied.

The Gray Hand Man said again: "What did you think of?" Under the guidance of the Gray Hand Man, the man said the previous words. Although he still felt ashamed, he did not feel that the sense of shame increased much after saying it out loud. Since he did not feel more uncomfortable, when the Gray Hand Man asked him what he thought of this time, he planned to answer directly.

That person said, "At that moment, I... thought from the perspective of the blue-armored man... thought about spring... The spring I thought about was... it was as if one day, the blue-armored man... the blue-armored man would no longer be like... like he is now..."

However, after answering this, the man thought about what he was going to say next and found it difficult to continue.

The Gray Hand asked again, "Like now, then what? You haven't finished talking, have you?"

"Not finished yet." said the man.

"Go ahead." said the man with gray hands.

"It's really too..." the man said, "It's hard to talk about."

"It doesn't matter what you say." said the man with gray hands.

"But... this is simply..." said the man.

"Do you think what you said to me before was not difficult to say?" asked the man with gray hands.

"That's not... the case." said the man.

"You have told me all the things that were difficult to talk about before, so this one thing won't make any difference, right?" asked the man with gray hands.

"But still...not quite the same." said the man.

"Why is it different?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"What I told you before... although... it's hard to say but... it's really not that... that excessive." said the man.

"It's hard to talk about it anyway, so what does it matter if it's a little too much or not so much?" said the man with gray hands.

"It's not just a little bit excessive...it's more than a little bit." said the man.

"What's the difference between a little bit excessive and very excessive?" the gray-handed man asked again.

"This...difference...seems...seems...to be...both are bad." said the man.

(End of this chapter)