"Han Jingnian?" Xia Wan'an, seeing that Han Jingnian was slow to respond, couldn't help but reach out and gently sway her hand in front of him.
Noticing her action, Han Jingnian slowly turned his head to look at Xia Wan'an. He stared at her for a while and then reached out his hand, pulling her into his embrace.
This sudden hug from him left Xia Wan'an somewhat baffled.
She instinctively struggled, wanting to ask him what was wrong, but just as she was about to move, he spoke: "Don't move."
His voice was hoarsely intense.
Xia Wan'an, sensing that his mood was somewhat unusual, obediently stopped moving, allowing him to hold her.
After a long while, when she noticed that the arm he had around her waist was loosening its grip, she lifted her head from his embrace and looking up, she asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing…" said Han Jingnian, burying his face in Xia Wan'an's neck again.
It's nothing, just that I suddenly felt... I owe you so much, so much more than I realized.
