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When the clothes came back into the room, Yan Jinyuan had already stood up and sat on a stool.

The blood on her forehead was still there, but Yan Jinyuan didn't make her clothes feel dejected. It was as if she was quietly waiting for something.

"What's wrong?"

Yan Jinyuan asked as she stood up and carried her clothes behind the screen.

The clothes had to be changed