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.,Uneven floor tiles, a lamp with nearly depleted oil. Even the blanket covering Lin Yin was patched up, and the entire room reeked of poverty.,Ma Lian rushed over, her eyes brimming with tears, and said: "Meng thought you wouldn't wake up again. Master, please don't leave Meng alone..."。