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The state of being when Lin Hao woke up killed him.,It was a whole piece of fabric hanging from her foot, flapping in the cold wind. There was nothing underneath it.,Lin Hao stood before a solid stone arch bridge, facing the intoxicating spring breeze. He looked at the farmers working diligently on both sides of the river and the women picking mulberry leaves, but his eyes were filled with melancholy.。