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... learned how to embroider by myself.” Xu Wanwan smiled. She wrapped the shirt and placed them in a box, preparing to leave.

She did not have the opportunity to learn how to embroider. However, when she was in the countryside, she often sewed and mended clothes. Not long after, she had learned needlework.

The shop assistant praised her as she sent her off. “You are simply too talented. You will definitely be a great designer in the future.”

After thanking he ...

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