In this day and age.
Not many people understand depression.
Chen Xiao wasn't sure if his teacher also suffered from this mental illness.
But he could clearly feel Wang Dahe's pessimism.
"Maybe I've been overthinking it."
Chen Xiao said silently to himself, then looked at the distant sunset and said:
"Teacher, are you afraid?"
He didn't ask whether Wang Dahe had changed, but instead asked a question in return.
Wang Dahe obviously didn't expect Chen Xiao to ask him that.
But feeling Chen Xiao's hand fall on his shoulder, he lowered his head:
"Afraid."
When he clearly heard these two words, Chen Xiao inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.
His biggest fear was that Wang Dahe wouldn't dare to speak his heart.
"Then can you tell me what you're afraid of? This is a conversation between us, don't worry, I won't share it with outsiders."
Wang Dahe raised his head, just as a smile was appearing on his face, Chen Xiao had already stepped in front of him and said:
