"Brother Cheng... I... I feel like I want to throw up..."
Her lips were tightly pressed together, and her voice was muffled and slightly trembling.
Fang Cheng saw this, and without a word, pulled over a chair for Zhou Xiumei to sit down.
Then he squatted in front of her, making eye contact with her.
His broad shoulders were like a solid wall, shielding her from the chaotic and noisy surroundings.
"It's alright; this is a normal physiological reaction. Everyone gets nervous."
Fang Cheng said a few comforting words and, seeing Zhou Xiumei's gaze focused on him, continued:
"Do you remember the Meditation Breathing Method I taught you in the car earlier?"
Zhou Xiumei nodded.
"Good, let's practice it together once more."
Fang Cheng gently guided her:
"First, close your eyes and inhale, filling your stomach with air, relax your shoulders, don't move."
"Then hold your breath, count silently for three seconds, three, two, one..."
