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 the room, steeped in ancient charm yet dilapidated in style, Lin Yun was wide-eyed with astonishment.,His wife, Qin Yutong, since being sent to the sect by her people, they had met no more than a handful of times. Not to mention any conjugal bliss or wedding nights, they were a couple in name only.。