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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.,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.,This is a fact he had to face! Because of a rare high-speed rail accident, he inexplicably arrived in this unfamiliar era and entered the body of a sixteen-year-old scholar.。