The Slip Into the Pool Chapter 65

When Max Ye woke up from a nightmare, the flight attendant was asking everyone to open the sunshades.

He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, slightly calming his heart that was beating wildly because of fear, and sat up stiffly, and the blanket covering him slipped off. He picked it up and looked at it, wondering where it came from, so he folded it twice and put it beside him.

Because of the alcohol and the dream, Max Ye was a little confused. He took off his headphones and slowly put away the tablet on the small table. He turned his head and accidentally saw the passenger next to him putting away his computer. The panic that had not yet dissipated instantly turned into a heavy hammer hitting his chest, and the familiar profile that came into his sight shocked him.

After the shock, he felt disoriented, as if his soul had left his body. The scene in front of him was hard to tell whether it was real or not, and only this face was clearly visible. For a moment, he thought he was still in a dream.

In the past five years, he had had countless dreams about Ethan Cheng. No matter whether the opening tone was black and white or color, and the time was in the dead of winter or the height of summer, in the end, without exception, he could not be touched or caught.