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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.,No! Don't cry, this is your own mother, she's a beautiful woman, just bear with it.,What's wrong with being beautiful A beautiful woman never makes mistakes!。