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She leaned against the sofa by the window in the bedroom, and the moonlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling window, casting a hazy silver glow over her. The loose navy blue silk robe wrapped around her body, the waistband tied carelessly, revealing a corner of the ivory silk nightgown underneath. Her bun had completely come undone, and the long black hair fell over her shoulders like a waterfall, with the pearl hairpin still tucked in, shimmering softly in the moonlight. The curtains fluttered slightly, and the night breeze carried the fragrance of jasmine from afar. On the coffee table sat an untouched glass of red wine, the liquid appearing a deep, dark red in the moonlight. Scattered around were a few hairpins and an amber rosary, as well as a black lace folding fan. Her fingers gently caressed the window glass, and the emerald ring on her hand glimmered with a faint glow in the moonlight. Her makeup had been removed, but her gaze still held a hint of the weariness and contemplation from the day. The antique gramophone on the wall showed it was nearly dawn, and the mellow jazz music it played seemed to be telling the story of the day. Her gaze turned to the night cityscape outside, the neon lights in the distance flickering like fallen stars. The room was permeated with the faint scent of jasmine incense, which, together with her pensive expression, formed the final scene of this late night.