This place was strange, it was an old dilapidated hut. There were no decent houses around, and there were some pottery jars in the corner. However, a rather unremarkable bowl caught his eye - it looked exactly like a Ming Dynasty bowl.,He had no recollection of what the villagers called "wild copulation," nor did he have any memory of the girl. He didn't know her height or build, and naturally wouldn't commit suicide by hanging over such a matter.,Lost in his complex thoughts, Lin Hao-ran didn't know how long he sat at the bridge until the setting sun was about to disappear behind the mountains. He then let out a long sigh and stood up to go home.。