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Hair as fiery red as pomegranate blossoms cascaded down her shoulders, and her eyes were the same brilliant crimson as her locks. Yet, there was no arrogance or flamboyance to match their color. Instead, they resembled a lake rippling in the wind.,She instinctively reached out her hand, trying to grasp the fleeting image.,To be honest, from birth to now, she has completely ignored the important figure of "father."。