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How does this outfit look?
Irina was dressed in a black mink coat, wearing a small leather hat, with a pleated velvet skirt and black velvet pants. On her feet were a pair of high-top deerskin boots, and her golden hair was styled into two small ponytails. Her youthful face was still full of collagen, making her look incredibly cute.
"My dear, you look good in anything," Zhuo Ya said with a smile as she pulled Irina into her embrace. Today, she wore a black suede jacket paired with light blue jeans and round-toed leather boots. Her naturally platinum long hair had been cut into the trendy men's undercut style.
The two of them shared sweet kisses, oblivious to the curious glances from passersby outside the mall.
As evening fell, they emerged from the mall with bags in hand, snowflakes gently drifting down from the sky. Unbeknownst to them, the bustling summer and autumn seasons at the ranch had passed, and it was now a brief period of rest in preparation for the upcoming slaughter.
With the ranch's growing fame, their beef and venison were in high demand throughout Huaxia and beyond. First, there were Zhuo Ya's four sons, who boasted a large and stable fanbase across Huaxia and even the entire Blue Star. Additionally, there were loyal customers who had been purchasing from their ranch for years.
They parked by a restaurant and were about to enter when an elderly woman, bundled up tightly against the cold, approached them. She hunched over and moved her basket closer to them, hesitantly asking, "Excuse me, would you like to buy some fresh vegetables?"
"Dear lady, it's so cold today; you should head home early," Zhuo Ya replied with a smile as she took some fresh vegetables from the basket and placed three One Hundred Thousand Rubles into it. The old woman wore an old cotton hat and had her face wrapped in a scarf, leaving only her eyes visible. She quietly stared at Irina for a long time before slowly turning away and walking off into the distance.
"This is for you," Irina said but did not take the vegetables. Instead, she gazed intently at the retreating figure of the old woman and whispered uncertainly, "Mom?"
"Who?" Zhuo Ya asked, still in a daze when Irina quickly walked up beside the old woman, tilting her head to examine her. The old woman slightly turned away as if pretending not to see her and continued to walk slowly with a slight limp.
"Mom?"
The sudden whisper made the old woman pause momentarily but she continued on without acknowledging Irina. "You must have mistaken me for someone else, young lady."
"No, you are my mom!"
Irina heard the old woman's unfamiliar yet familiar voice echoing in her ears. She stepped in front of her and gently lifted the scarf from her face, revealing an aged visage marked by scars. A long scar stretched from the left corner of her mouth to the side of her face.
"Mom! Mom!"
Irina tightly embraced the old woman, feeling immense sorrow. Zhuo Ya followed closely behind: "Isn't your mom supposed to be away for several years?"
When she finally saw the woman's face clearly, she felt a chill run down her spine and asked tremulously, "Auntie, what happened to your face?"
"I... I accidentally cut myself," Ksenia replied evasively.
Irina held Ksenia's aged face in her hands, feeling heartbroken as she stomped her feet anxiously: "Mom, please don’t lie to me! Tell me—was it that man who hurt you?"
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