The sensation of her hair brushing against his fingertips seemed to linger, impossible to dispel.
Bo Jingshen gently rubbed his fingertips and realized his hands were no longer trembling.
Having personally experienced that plane crash, although he had miraculously survived, the fatalities and injuries on the same flight, which he had witnessed firsthand, had inflicted psychological trauma.
Years had passed, yet he hadn't found relief. Regardless of how many flights he took due to work or forced himself to endure as a form of desensitization therapy.
Whether it was flying on commercial airlines or later purchasing a private jet.
None of it had alleviated his fear of flying even slightly.
But holding her, it was as if his entire world had snapped back into place.
It was as if all the unease had vanished, she was like a panacea for all ailments. With her presence, whether it was the pain of gastric bleeding or the panic from his fear of flying, it could be instantly soothed.