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It was a whole piece of fabric hanging from her foot, flapping in the cold wind. There was nothing underneath it.,Villagers in homespun short shirts carried farm produce past him, casting sideways glances his way, their eyes twinkling with amusement. He could still hear the fading chatter of their conversation.,It was that very spring, he devoted himself to a common scholar from Changlin Village.。