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.,But for some reason, Lin Yù looked at this ugly girl's face, but his heart unexpectedly felt a sense of peace and familiarity.,"Practicing the art of crafting 'Qing Ling Pills'!"。