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When she put down the phone, Niya's face was still red.

She had to admit that she had no way to fight against Qi Yuanheng, not even a little bit.

She slowly looked out of the window. The sun was shining brightly outside, just like when she first met Qi Yuanheng a long time ago.

How old was she then? Fifteen years old? Sixteen? "Maybe eighteen?"

At that time