Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5052 (Five Thousand and Fifty-Two) Misty
"I know." The Gray Hand said, "You just mentioned the feeling of dreaming. It was also used as an analogy, right?"

"Yes." said the man.

"So what does it feel like to dream like you mentioned?" asked the man with gray hands.

The man almost asked the man with gray hands if he had never had a dream, but because he thought he had said the wrong thing just now, he stopped talking this time and did not say that, and directly answered the man with gray hands' question.

"Dreaming... is... the feeling of not knowing where you are..." the man said, "It seems that everything is... ethereal... nothing is... certain. It seems that any strange thing... could happen... but... it is also possible that time will stop there soon and nothing will happen anymore... well, that's about it... like this."

The Gray Hand Man asked, "Did you feel the same way when you were in that meadow?"

"Yes." The man said, "It's... that feeling. When I was walking on that grass, I felt drunk, but also... I felt like I was dreaming."

The Gray Hand said, "Anyway, it's a blur, different from usual, as if you've left the real world, right?"

"Yes, that's right," the man replied.

The Gray Hand asked again: "What happened next?"

"Later, I... became more and more nostalgic for that... feeling... I couldn't bear to let go of the feeling of the strong spring breeze surrounding me... I actually... actually wanted to be illuminated by the spring sunshine for a while longer... and was reluctant to end my life." said the man.

"Now you are thinking about more than just life because of the grass and the reflected sunlight?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes." The man said, "At that time... it seemed... it seemed that the spring that surrounded me was... related to life."

"Are you still immersed in that feeling now?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"You can say that... right... but... but actually my thoughts have also changed." The man said. "What has changed?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I...I quickly thought...what would...happen if I didn't end my life." said the man.

"What are you thinking of?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

The man said: "What I thought was... I... should try to find the man who knows magic. I should... should go there. In case he can solve my problem... I... can actually... survive."

The Gray Hand asked, "Are you still immersed in the spring mood you had before?"

"I remember... it seemed... although I still felt very comfortable at that time, my heart had already... could no longer continue to indulge in it as contentedly as before." said the man.

The Gray Hand asked, "What happened next?"

"Then...then there was a moment when I decided to keep moving forward. Suddenly...I decided that I didn't want to commit suicide anymore." said the man.

"Don't you feel any pain now?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Feeling pain," the man said.

"Why?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Because when I decided not to commit suicide, I immediately thought...those were actually illusions...if I immersed myself in them, it would...wear off my will or something." The man answered.

(End of this chapter)