Summer Sutton reacted quickly and hurried to the restaurant, pouring him a cup of plain water and bringing it to his lips.
Manuel Ink moved his lips slightly, and after drinking the water, his complexion seemed to improve a bit.
Summer Sutton gently exhaled, unwilling to leave, she sat down next to him.
Catching him in her peripheral vision, she hesitantly asked, "Did you experience something in the past?"
Manuel Ink simply closed his eyes softly, without saying a word.
"Something related to a plane accident?" Summer Sutton probed again.
Manuel Ink still didn't respond.
He didn't speak, but Summer Sutton actually already had her suspicions.
Could it have been a plane accident that happened when he was very young?
Otherwise, he wouldn't have such a significant shadow regarding planes.
