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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.,For example, the sound of sandals hitting the ground, the friction of clothes rubbing against fabric, and the temperature and humidity in the air.。