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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 Zhaoran watched the fading figure, his face etched with a mixture of helplessness and resignation.,As for Qu's thoughts, they were purer than ever. His mind was almost filled with the scriptures of saints and sages; even now, he could "recite from memory" hundreds of brilliant articles and flawlessly recite the Four Books and Five Classics backward.。