All that happened was his face slowly turned purple, and he became increasingly hazy, though he remained suspended in mid-air, still swinging the little demon on the swing. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier.,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.,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.。