Poor Little Emma

Ye Tingyun held onto her shoulders and pushed it away lightly. Then, he walked away to get her some tissue paper to wipe her face. "I've been searching for you for ten years."

"Then why won't you acknowledge me?"

Ye Tingyun was silent.

Why?

He asked himself that countless times, and he could not understand it.

"What happened then?" Ye Tingyun asked.