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Regardless of why he was inexplicably hung here after the high-speed rail accident, Lin Hao now wanted to raise his head and also wanted to untie the rope around his neck.,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.,Lin Zhaoran watched the fading figure, his face etched with a mixture of helplessness and resignation.。