The mother and daughter hugged for a moment, then Xu Qiaoqiao stopped crying.
She somewhat embarrassedly pushed Xu Ruohua away, then lowered her head, wiped her tears with a tissue, and then looked up with reddened eyes at her.
Xu Ruohua smiled tenderly, with indulgence and tolerance.
It was then that she raised her head, turning her gaze towards Xu Sheng.
Xu Sheng's face showed excitement, staring at her, and when he saw her looking over, his lips quivered as he spoke: "Ruohua... Ruohua..."
The smile on Xu Ruohua's face gradually peeled away.
She looked at Xu Sheng, then called out calmly and distantly: "Brother."
Just one word made Xu Sheng's eyes turn red.
This rational and calm Xu Ruohua reminded him of her from years ago.
So proud, calm, rational, a beauty beyond comparison.
She was like a snow lotus on a high mountain, to be admired from afar, not to be trifled with.
