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Lin Hao-ran had just ignited the hope of a lifetime's return, but this woman in ancient attire ran out again. Although he was doubtful about her clothes, his anger outweighed everything else.,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.,Theoretically, he should be very twenty-first century right now, hiding in the restroom with that “Auntie” who just arrived, using the sound of the tracks to do some sneaky things.。