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She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor of the ballroom, her figure half-hidden behind the champagne-colored silk curtains. Outside, neon lights flickered, the moonlight and city lights intertwined, casting a hazy silhouette of her through the glass. The rose-red cheongsam clung to her figure, the buttons exquisite, with a circle of dark-patterned butterflies embroidered at the waist. The silver-gray fox fur shawl hung loosely on her shoulders, slipping slightly with the turn of her head, revealing the graceful line of her neck beneath the cheongsam's high collar. Her hair was piled high, with a few strands falling by her ears, a silver comb inlaid with pearls slanted in her hair. At this moment, she turned slightly, as if startled by the footsteps behind her. She held a glass of unfinished champagne, the golden bubbles in the crystal glass slowly rising. The emerald earrings on her earlobes shimmered with a lustrous glow in the light. Her makeup was refined yet not ostentatious, with a hint of languidness in the corners of her eyes and lips. The mellow sound of the piano from downstairs mingled with the chatter and clinking of glasses, the reflections of the dancers in the ballroom swirling on the window glass, while her gaze seemed to be fixed on a fleeting memory.