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It was a whole piece of fabric hanging from her foot, flapping in the cold wind. There was nothing underneath it.,Death, this is not because of his low mental fortitude, but because he is truly dying. A strong rope tightly binds around his neck.,Lin Haoran's days were passing pleasantly. That day, he returned from negotiating a contract with the library of a certain university and had a beautiful encounter with that tall elder sister.。