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Lin Hao's head ached, especially his brain was buzzing. He struggled to open his eyes. As his vision gradually cleared, he saw several familiar yet unfamiliar faces.,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.,After a barrage of sweet nothings, the high-society lady finally succumbed. Just as he gently pushed her into the bathroom, news broke of a high-speed train accident.。