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He curled his legs, trying to lift himself with his hands, defending the last shred of dignity he had left after death. But then a child appeared out of nowhere, gripping his feet in both hands and swinging him from the beams like a pendulum.,Lin Zhaoran watched the fading figure, his face etched with a mixture of helplessness and resignation.,If he had a choice, he would still rather be a child of the 21st century.。