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"How old do you think I am?"

Sister Wen stared at the ceiling for a long time, as if she was talking to herself, but also talking to me.

After pausing for a moment and confirming that Sister Wen did not have anything else to say, I raised my head with relief. "Sister Wen, are you twenty-five this year?"

In reality, Sister Wen only looked to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight

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