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Adorned with exquisite embroidery, her clothes featured a placket made of white jade. Both the collar and cuffs were lined with white fur, creating a festive yet elegant appearance. In her youth, the old lady was a standout beauty and, despite the gradual encroaching dusk of her age and shrunkened figure, the spirit imbued in her grew more radiant with the passage of time. The lively colors added a blush to her complexion, enhancing her dignity and kindness.

Loretta supported the old lady to sit in front of her dressing table, using a wooden comb to arrange her silver hair. The old lady never dyed her hair, accepting with equanimity whatever hue time bestowed upon her. The silver color spread like moonlight-tinged frost, a beauty beyond words.

"Madam, you have exquisite hair," Loretta looked at the old woman reflected in the mirror, "In your youth, you must have been an extraordinarily beautiful woman."

Even in old age, she remained the most beautiful elderly woman.