"Name."
"Huai Shi."
The clear voice answered, yet failed to sway the recorder behind the desk.
As if already accustomed to this routine, Vice Principal Isaac didn't bother adjusting his glasses, didn't even lift his head, and asked again: "Name?"
"Next should be the age."
The little girl across the table seemed to remind him helplessly.
She sat on a chair that was oversized and wide for her, with black hair flowing like a stream down her fair shoulders, cascading along her long dress, almost reaching the floor.
In the afternoon sunlight, those strands of hair reflected a dazzling golden glow, mesmerizing everyone.
"Name?" Isaac asked again.
"I haven't thought about it, let me think for a moment."
She propped up her chin, pondered for a moment, then suddenly snapped her fingers: "Huai·Li YingShang·Angelina·Sakura·Yu Ling·An-Taliya·Shang MengXun·Mei Heather... Rose Mary Tearful Yu-Ling Kite. How is it?"
