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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.,With his strength continuously waning, Lin Yin could guess with his toes that he probably wouldn't be able to hold on much longer before collapsing again.,At this point, Lin Yu's face instantly turned as somber as water.。