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et theirs, some flustered boys or girls would hurriedly lower their heads, biting their lips in silence. The feeling of being scrutinized, observed as if she were a commodity, was truly dreadful. Lin...stopping her, and Jiang Po Lang's dying words are holding her back.Thinking of that boy who had always cared for her until his death, Lin Meng's heart ached, and a trace of sadness flashed across her...