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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.,Lin Haoran wanted to struggle against the little ghost's teasing, but his limbs were grabbed and yanked about like noodles, leaving him with no strength to resist. He could only sway along with the little ghost as it pushed him on a swing.,If he had a choice, he would still rather be a child of the 21st century.。