Chapter 145 A Mailbox Full of Letters

• I was startled as a surge of indescribable emotions suddenly welled up inside me. I felt as if I had never understood Emil. If the Emil whom I missed in the past was noble, elegant, handsome—I had many more words to describe his dazzling qualities—these descriptions were my understanding toward him before I became closer to him, and they were not real.
• Instead, the Emil standing in front of me right now was the real Emil whom I perceived upon getting closer to him.
• Perhaps it was due to the overly quiet and ambiguous atmosphere or it was because I was totally in a daze that I actually didn't dodge at all when Emil drew close to me.