Specters of the Seven-Day Trial Chapter 135

During the flight, Adrian Tang could still vaguely hear the stirring sound of the propeller in a half-asleep and half-awake state.

Half of his face was revealed from the wide collar of his down jacket, and he looked out the window with a hazy look in his eyes.

The sky was like a watercolor painting, with the horizon stained with a layer of dreamy lavender. As the view moved upward, the lavender gradually deepened, turning into purple-blue, ultramarine, and finally submerged in the deep black of the dome.

The stars scattered in the sky were so close that they seemed within reach. Four miles below them, the city stood on the thawing earth. There was no light, only the undulating outlines to indicate where the tall buildings were and where the wilderness was.

There was a light above the helicopter, which illuminated Adrian Tang's rosy face, which had just woken up, and made it look as fresh as a strawberry.