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.,His gaze suddenly fell upon a somewhat blurry bronze mirror. The mirror reflected a slender and handsome young man, who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old. However, his face appeared quite haggard and pale. Even through the mirror, one could see his weakness and lack of vitality.,This “Lin Yin” actually knew deep down that his humble and insignificant position had never been noticed by Qin Yu Tong. He was even clearer that at best, he was just a shield used by the other party to deflect other marriage proposals. But as long as he could occasionally glance at Qin Yu Tong from afar, he would be satisfied.。