She looked at Jun Moyan, her gaze lingered on his face, her nose tingled, and tears came again.
"Jun Moyan..." She reached out her arms to him, crying, asking for a hug like she used to.
Jun Moyan leaned towards her and then reached out to hold her.
Wen Xiao'ai hugged him back, choking up: "...I thought I couldn't come back."
Upon hearing her words, Jun Moyan's eyes heated up; he also felt a pang of fear, tightening his arms around her.
He comforted her: "It's alright now, you're back, and we won't be apart anymore."
"Did you..."
Before Wen Xiao'ai could finish her sentence, she heard Jun Moyan's eager response: "Yes, I thought of you every day, thinking about your return every day."
Wen Xiao'ai immediately smiled, sniffled, and said with a laugh, yet wanting to cry: "I haven't even asked yet, how did you know what I wanted to ask?"
Jun Moyan held her, saying: "I just wanted to let you know."
