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Sixty-year-old Ning Ran sat under the wisteria in her small courtyard, her white hair as graceful as a crane. She lay leisurely on a reclining chair, drowsiness washing over her.,Ning Ran slowly opened her eyes, instinctively hugging her grandson and looking at the couple who had just walked in.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!。