Chapter 129
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The staff quickly brought over the clothing and mask, and Shen Bijun looked at them with disdain: "Have these been washed?"
The other party smiled awkwardly: "They've been dry cleaned!"
"What about the mask?"
"Ah, that can't be washed..."
"Then spray some alcohol on it to disinfect it."
"..."
Shen Bijun didn't have germaphobia, but given the choice, she still didn't want to wear something that Yan Zijing had already worn.
The staff used alcohol to spray the mask and wiped it inside and out before Shen Bijun finally got dressed.
She was wearing a red dress and a golden mask, appraising herself in front of the mirror.
The mask was different from the one she had used before, and even the style of the dress had changed, but she still saw a familiar feeling.
It was as if she had returned to the organization...
She gently lowered her eyes.
There was no turning back.
She had faked her own death to escape.