Looking around, one sees some rather old windows reflecting on a weathered wooden desk adorned with the four treasures of the study. One leg of that desk, seemingly unbalanced, has even been propped up with a stone.,Looking at this unfamiliar face, Lin Yin began to question life.,With his strength continuously waning, Lin Yin could guess with his toes that he probably wouldn't be able to hold on much longer before collapsing again.。