When Fu Pei regained consciousness, he found himself sitting in the first-class cabin of the plane.
The roaring of the engine continued to ring in their ears, and the buzzing noise made their ears hurt.
Fu Pei was stunned for dozens of seconds before he realized that he was alive again.
The porthole reflected the man's well-defined face. He had his usual buzz cut and his eyes were as black as ink, as if separated by the fog of the winter morning.
Fu Pei touched his face and thought he was in heaven.
Lu Da pushed a cup of coffee over." Fu Pei, here's the mocha you ordered.""
Fu Pei looked at the middle-aged man with thick hair. His cold and handsome eyebrows twitched slightly." Lu Da, why is it you?"
He clearly remembered that Lu Da had died a few years earlier than him. When he died, he was already a bald old man.
