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She stared at him with a pair of clear yet panicked eyes, her gaze filled with longing. A tear mole sat beneath the corner of her right eye. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down to her ears, falling softly without a hint of aggression.,Nan Song wiped away the icy tears, stood up from the ground. The once fragile person became incredibly cold, with an unwavering determination in their eyes.,In the driver's seat, a man with tea-colored sunglasses smirked, "Congratulations on your freedom."。