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Jiang Yao, who had been helping Shen Yanyan in the studio, sneezed for no reason and rubbed her nose. She wondered if she had caught a cold.

"What happened? Did you catch a cold?"

Shen Yanyan, who had just come in, heard her cough. In her hand was a large piece of fabric that had just arrived, looking very comfortable in color.

"It's nothing, I just felt an itch in my nose