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Su Ruyu looked at Su Ruhua, who almost resembled her, in shock. Apart from her eyes, her mannerisms and figure were almost the same as Su Ruyu's as though she were a near-perfect copy of her.

"Xiaoyu…" Su Ruhua looked at her in surprise. It really was her. It really was Ruyu… She heard that somebody who resembled the young madam was here.

Her mind went blank when she clearly realized that Ruyu was here…

Ruyu was home.

It really was her. It really was her. She had not changed a little after all these years. Having not seen each other for over twenty years, scenes from the past flashed across Su Ruhua's mind, and her tears fell.

"Xiaoyu!" She suddenly leaped forth and hugged Su Ruyu whose hands were still trembling very hard from the shock. Su Ruyu, like falling leaves in the autumn wind, was in agonizing pain.