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The entire paper was filled with names, but none was Yang Sisi. They were all different variations of "Song Xiangsi".

Xu Jiamu stared at the paper, his fingers trembling.

Yang Sisi stared at him with a steady gaze, the room engulfed in silence. After about five minutes, she seemed to have thought of something. She typed the name in a search engine and found the birthday on wikipedia.

She was right... 3rd of May… 0513... Xu Jiamu used Song Xiangsi's birthday ...

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