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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.,Looking at the room, steeped in ancient charm yet dilapidated in style, Lin Yun was wide-eyed with astonishment.,With a sound, the dream's face was marked with a crimson palm print.。