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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.,Lost in his complex thoughts, Lin Hao-ran didn't know how long he sat at the bridge until the setting sun was about to disappear behind the mountains. He then let out a long sigh and stood up to go home.。