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The young man chasing Little White was stunned, completely stunned, his eyes brimming with disbelief and excited surprise, tears soon welling up in his eyes.
"Is this... can this be real? A thousand years have passed, I've been searching for millennia!"
The youth approached the woman with snow-white hair, tears from his eyes already falling like torrential rain onto the ground, his hands trembling as he hesitantly touched the woman's cheeks.
Suddenly, as if shocked by electricity, he withdrew his fingers sharply, but his face was filled with exhilarated excitement. He could no longer restrain his tears and wrapped his arms tightly around the woman before him.
"Xiao Mei! It's been a millennium, a thousand years, and I have finally found you again!"
This youth was none other than Ma Niu, the wretched fellow who had died a millennium ago by crashing into the Yun Family's main gate, and the woman with white hair was indeed Xiao Mei.
