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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.,His gaze suddenly fell upon a somewhat blurry bronze mirror. The mirror reflected a slender and handsome young man, who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old. However, his face appeared quite haggard and pale. Even through the mirror, one could see his weakness and lack of vitality.,At that moment, a sound of something falling to the ground echoed. Standing at the doorway was a young man, about fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in tattered hemp cloth, gazing at him with surprise.。