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.,Lin Zhaoran watched the fading figure, his face etched with a mixture of helplessness and resignation.,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.。