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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.,Regardless of why he was inexplicably hung here after the high-speed rail accident, Lin Hao now wanted to raise his head and also wanted to untie the rope around his neck.,All eyes beheld a crowd clad in homespun tunics, their waists cinched with pale cloth belts. Both men and women sported long hair, styled into loose topknots atop their heads. The faces of the elder men bore etchings of hardship deeper than the yellow earth itself.。