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A crowd had already surged forward, surrounding him and shaking his slender arms with force.,Lin Zhaoran watched the fading figure, his face etched with a mixture of helplessness and resignation.,He had no recollection of what the villagers called "wild copulation," nor did he have any memory of the girl. He didn't know her height or build, and naturally wouldn't commit suicide by hanging over such a matter.。