With the appearance of the old man, the elderly gentleman who had originally kept his eyes tightly closed also opened them.
Looking at each other, a hint of a smile played on his face.
"You've come," he said, slowly sitting up.
The old man, facing him, also smiled faintly. "Yes, I've come, but it seems I shouldn't have."
His voice was calm but tinged with a hint of resignation.
"There's no 'should' or 'shouldn't.' We're all halfway buried in the soil, just doing what we want to do."
"I understand your choice."
The old man on the other side sighed, "Indeed, none of us have much choice anymore."
"I came, and you're awake."
"What result do you want? Speak up..." That man's mouth curved into a bitter smile.
The old man pondered for a moment, and his expression shifted from a smile to a solemn demeanor.
