Chapter 507 Plane Crash

Wearied, Melody drifted back to sleep, not giving it much thought.

In her sleep, she experienced a vivid dream. She found herself in a close embrace, engulfed by the intense scent of blood.

Through the blurred vision of her dream, she glimpsed a figure lying in a pool of blood.

Drawing nearer, she realized it was Christopher.

The same man who had been drunk the previous day now stood before her wielding a knife.

This shocking realization abruptly woke Melody up from her dream. She was sweating profusely, beads of sweat trickling down her forehead.

She rose from her bed, grabbed a glass of water, and then moved to the window to draw back the curtains.

Earlier, Melody had checked the time. It was three in the morning.

Outside, the moon glowed brilliantly. The allure was not lessened by the clouds. The stars seemed to twinkle brighter in this foreign land.

Melody leaned against the armrest and eased herself into the lounge chair, casually draping a blanket over her knees.

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