Han Wang paused for a moment, his fingers unconsciously rubbing together.
At this moment, someone who cared so much about her affairs—there was no need to guess; she knew who it was.
Han Wang felt a bit complicated, as if he owed him a lot.
Qiao Yun sensed that Han Wang seemed to have something on her mind. In a tone resembling an elder comforting a younger one, she said, "Don't overthink it; whatever happens, you have us."
Han Wang temporarily pushed aside the mess of thoughts in her head and said lightly with a smile, "Teacher, thank you."
A warm current flowed over her heart, and she couldn't help but make a request, "Can I hug you?"
Qiao Yun froze for a moment, blinked, and opened her arms. "Sure."
Getting permission, Han Wang suddenly embraced her tightly, with so much force that Qiao Yun took a few steps back.
This feeling of having someone to rely on finally allowed Han Wang to let her guard down and show her vulnerable side.
