Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5045 (Five Thousand and Forty-Five) End
"Did you do anything about it?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I told myself again and again... there is still hope. I haven't met the spellcaster yet... I don't know what the future holds... Don't... think that my idea is difficult to realize, but... but at that time I didn't know what to do. In fact, it would be better if I didn't think about it. The more I thought about it... the more I thought about it, the more hopeless I felt." The man said, "On the way, I even thought about... I thought about ending my life... It would be too painful to live like that... I even thought that I might not even be able to... walk to the spellcaster. I was in extreme pain at the time, and I just wanted to find a big rock... just... just use the rock to end my life. I... I looked for... but there were no big rocks there."

"You wanted to find a big rock to commit suicide, but you didn't find one, so you survived?" the man with gray hands asked again.

"It's not that I survived because I didn't find the stone." The man said, "There are many ways to commit suicide... If I can't find a big stone, I can keep looking. If there is really no big stone, I can... I can also end my life in other ways."

"At this time, you still plan to end your life?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes." said the man.

"And then what happened?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"The sun gradually rose higher, and the sunlight became more and more obvious... I happened to walk along a road where something was blocking the sunlight." The man said, "I walked to the meadow, and at that moment... the spring sun shone on my head, and at the same time, I saw the sunlight reflected by the bright grass... The light entered my eyes, like... like something was talking to me."

The Gray Hand asked, "What do you feel?"

"At that moment... I suddenly felt... I felt a lot warmer all over... I was very warmed by the spring sun." said the man.

The Gray Hand asked, "You don't feel sick like before?"

The man replied: "Yes, there was definitely some discomfort... but this time... the discomfort was not that strong, and... it passed very quickly." The gray-handed man said: "Even you didn't expect that?"

"I didn't expect that." said the man.

"Do you know why this happened?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Well... it's hard to say that I know for sure. I don't dare to easily say that it is guaranteed to be so... but... but I can say that I can think of some things." The man said, "I think... what I think... about myself should be almost correct."

The Gray Hand asked, "What do you think?"

The man replied: "I think that... my discomfort at that time... was not as severe as before, and... and that discomfort disappeared quickly, precisely because... before that... I had already decided... to commit suicide."

Gray Hand Man asked, "Why is it different if you decide to commit suicide?"

"Because... because I used to feel that the warmth from the spring sun... was actually a kind of hypocrisy, which formed a sharp contrast with the cruelty of reality." The man said, "I naturally don't like that kind of hypocrisy, so... so I would... obviously feel uncomfortable."

(End of this chapter)