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Zhong Miao Yi looked at her. She was a girl with big, watery eyes, and she was shaking badly but she still dared to look straight into her eyes.

"How old are you?" Zhong Miao Yi bowed and asked.

"Thirteen." Her voice was crisp, like a wind chime.

"Then can I give you a name?" Zhong Miao Yi smiled, as if he could see the people from the past on this girl