The Apothecaryapos;s

Lin Yin, who was slowly recovering consciousness, opened his bright and clear eyes.,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.,"I'm so unlucky," Lin Yin muttered bitterly, "I barely escaped one disaster, and now I'm going to die again"。