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Hanging in mid-air, swaying constantly, although my head was growing increasingly dizzy, I still took in every detail of the room.,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 Zhaoran watched the fading figure, his face etched with a mixture of helplessness and resignation.。