Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5034 (Five Thousand and Thirty-Four) Burr
"You haven't finished talking yet?" the Gray Hand asked, "Anything else?"

The Gray Hand Man sensed it by looking at the other person's expression.

"I didn't finish, but... but I don't know how to put it." The man said, "I can't explain it clearly... that feeling makes me... makes me feel infinitely... desolate."

At this point, the man felt that it might easily lead to misunderstanding, and quickly added: "This... this is not the feeling I had the last time I saw it... this is... this is the feeling the time before that."

“Didn’t you feel desolate when you saw it this time?” asked the Gray-Handed Man.

"This time... this time the situation is completely different. What I felt at first was not desolate. It seemed... as if everything was hopeful. I... I don't know why I thought of hope." said the man.

“Don’t you feel that your heart is covered with dust this time?” asked the Man with Gray Hands.

"Do you mean at first, or later?" the man asked.

"Hearing what you said, it seems that the beginning and the end were different. Then please tell me in detail." said the man with gray hands.

"Oh... no... it's inappropriate for me to say that. I'm worried that I might say something wrong... whether at the beginning or later... my heart... my heart is not covered with dust at all... really... not at all." said the man.

"Then why do you say first and then?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Because... because... when I first arrived in that world, I suddenly seemed to think of... saw the so-called hope." The man said, "That exciting and painful thing."

"Really? Is it new to think about hope?" the Gray Hand Man asked. "Of course... of course it's new... Hope... doesn't seem to have much to do with me... I'm already in that mood." The man said, "even before I arrived in that world."

"You have no hope in this world?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"That's not the case." The man said, "I don't know how to put it..."

"Say what you think. Do you have any hope in this place?" the Gray Hand asked. "For example, hope that we will let you go?"

“In... this place... in front of you, actually... actually I can only say that I occasionally have that kind of... hope... but that hope is like very thin thorns, popping up from time to time, they... scratch my heart from time to time, making me... making me believe that I can still get out... but sometimes... they seem to become very sharp, and prick me a few times, making me feel a little painful, but... it's just a little bit of pain, that kind of... it's like being pricked by the thorns of hope from time to time, not to the point of being... exciting and... painful.” said the man.

"But it was different when you went to that world this time?" Gray Hand asked, "Is it obvious that it felt different?"

"Yes. This time when I went to that world, the feeling I had was... completely different. The hope I saw seemed to be that kind of... the kind of hope that was about to burst out... as if there was a lot of hope that was wrapped up and suppressed in something..." the man said.

"What kind of hope is that?" Gray Hand asked, "Is it related to your being released?"

"This... I don't know what hope it is. It's like there's some... some big tide surging in this world, and that tide is surging undercurrently." said the man.

(End of this chapter)