Love was a very strange thing. He loved little Emma so very much and was even willing to use his own life in exchange for meeting Emma. Wei Ling would always find some clues related to Emma. Every time he got to the bottom of it, it was fake. He was unable to accept the countless disappointments after looking forward to them, which made him fall from heaven to hell.
When he missed Emma the most, he would think that if he could see Emma, he would die without any regret in this life.
However, he did not have the slightest bit of yearning for Emma who was in front of him. She was also unable to move his heart. He also did not have the impulse to want to spend the rest of his life with her.
A favorable impression was limited to a favorable impression. It was like seeing a pretty girl, admiring a girl's intelligence and magnanimity. It was only limited. This was different from the reunion he had imagined.
