Sumr 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 seed to improve a bit.
Sumr Sutton gently exhaled, unwilling to leave, she sat down next to him.
Catching him in her peripheral vision, she hesitantly asked, "Did you experience sothing in the past?"
Manuel Ink simply closed his eyes softly, without saying a word.
"Sothing related to a plane accident?" Sumr Sutton probed again.
Manuel Ink still didn’t respond.
He didn’t speak, but Sumr 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.
Sumr Sutton didn’t press further, accompanying him for a while, fearing his condition might worsen later. She tried to distract him, "I never thought you would have things you’re afraid of too!"
Without waiting for Manuel Ink to respond, she began to talk to herself, "Actually, it’s nothing, everyone just has different experiences."
"But you know, planes aren’t actually that scary. Don’t you find the view of the ground from the plane and the view of the sky to be remarkably different from land?"
"When I was a kid, I really liked flying. Every ti I went abroad with Dad, I was always happy during the flights. Especially evening flights."
"Speaking of which, have you ever tried sitting on a plane deep into the night and looking out the window? The starlit sky at that ti is the clearest and most serene. It always feels like you’re among the stars. Maybe try it next ti?"
"Early morning flights are nice too, if lucky, you can catch the sunrise. Watching the sun rise through the window is an awe-inspiring experience not found on the ground."
As she spoke, her lips curved into a smile, her eyes seed to glisten.
Manuel Ink watched her like this, attracted by her eyes, and unexpectedly forgot about his physical discomfort.
She must be a girl who loves life dearly.
Things that seem ordinary to others take on a dream-like quality in her perspective.
Sumr Sutton continued chatting with him.
She opened up the cara, showing him what she had just photographed, discussing the photos together.
Her photography skills were decent, and landscapes that held no charm for Manuel Ink gained a majestic feel through her lens.
The plane continued to fly in the sky.
Sumr Sutton kept chatting and laughing with him, discussing various topics, drawing Manuel Ink’s attention. For the rest of the journey, his fear of heights didn’t surface again.
Thus, the flight ended.
As the plane landed at New York Airport, the pilot had been quite concerned about Manuel Ink’s condition.
Upon disembarking, he quickly rushed to the cabin, wanting to check on Manuel Ink’s status. Seeing his normal expression, the pilot was dumbfounded.
Such composure!
The young master is alright!
His first flight without any issues!
Looking at Sumr Sutton beside Manuel Ink, the pilot suddenly felt she was a remarkable woman.
Manuel Ink’s twenty-year fear of heights surprisingly healed while with her...
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After arriving in New York, the three first found a hotel to check into.
Just when their figures had walked out of the airport hall, a plane arriving from Northtown happened to land inside.
Sumr Sutton didn’t notice behind her and, together with Manuel Ink, went straight to the hotel booked on the way.
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