At that time, Ivy Price was unguarded, but now she was highly defensive. Noticing someone touching her, she suddenly opened her eyes and stared at George Allison.
Those slightly drunk eyes gazed at him for a while, then widened slightly, wanting to see more clearly.
Confirming that the person in front of her was George Allison, she seemed to return to the subway years ago.
This time, instead of apologizing, she cautiously asked, "Senior, can I borrow your shoulder to sleep a little more? It won't be long."
"Mm, okay, sleep, I'll wake you when we get home," George Allison said softly.
"Thank you, senior." Ivy Price's eyes suddenly welled up with tears, and she quickly lowered her gaze, remaining silent for a moment.
Then, as if she was talking to herself, she said with joy:
"Senior, this dream feels so real, just like that time on the subway."
"Senior, I dreamed of you again, it's so nice."
"Senior, you're just like before, not a bit changed, I... I still like you so much."
