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An Ning finished her makeup and changed into the female soldier's uniform, her youthful and tenacious aura perfectly merged with the military attire.

She was indistinguishable from a real female soldier.

"She really looks like a female soldier, radiating a kind of unyielding tenacity from head to toe," the makeup artist said very satisfied with the look she had created for An Ning.

An Ning adjusted her hat and looked at herself in the mirror, also quite pleased and content.

If she could do it all over again, she genuinely wanted to enlist in the army and become a female warrior.

Qiao Shishi impatiently shouted at the makeup artist, "Are you done admiring her or not? Are you going to keep staring or are you going to do my makeup?"

"Sorry, I'm going to do Miss Qiao's makeup right now," the makeup artist hurriedly said as she picked up her tools.

Qiao Shishi glared at her until she came over, then finally withdrew her displeased gaze.