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The tip of her nose grew hot. She knew what it was and quickly wiped it away as she anxiously stared at Yan Yuan who was walking in front of her.

Hold on, hold on, don't faint, hold on...

She walked slowly and nervously.

Seeing that the person behind her did not follow her, Yan Yuan turned his head around impatiently. He saw that she had lowered her head and was wiping her nose with her hands