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Song Ziwei, the elder, stood poised with the icy grace of a snowbound peak. Her short, raven-black hair framed a porcelain face, and her dark eyes mirrored a crystalline lake, serene yet unfathomable. Every gesture she made exuded an air of nobility, cold yet commanding.
Beside her, Song Caifu radiated warmth, her beauty soft and inviting like the rolling hills of Jiangnan in spring. Her cascading black hair caught the light like silk, and her lively features carried a stubborn charm ...
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