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Death, this is not because of his low mental fortitude, but because he is truly dying. A strong rope tightly binds around his neck.,"This scholar just wants to save face, how could he not see that",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.。