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Lin Hao ran's heart was filled with suspicion, his mind a maze of puzzles. However, he found that every face seemed familiar to him, and the name "Fool" didn't seem out of place, as if it truly belonged to him.,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.,After a barrage of sweet nothings, the high-society lady finally succumbed. Just as he gently pushed her into the bathroom, news broke of a high-speed train accident.。