After a dozen breaths, Shen Han looked at the string of pink agate in his hand, then at the letter. A look of gentleness finally surfaced in his eyes.
It was that girl, Ningshuang.
He recalled that when he left Cangjian Villa, she had been only nine years old. Three years had passed; she was twelve, perhaps thirteen by now. In this world, a thirteen-year-old girl was already at a marriageable age.
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