The Apothecaryapos;s

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.,At that moment, a sound of something falling to the ground echoed. Standing at the doorway was a young man, about fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in tattered hemp cloth, gazing at him with surprise.,At that moment, a sound of crashing dishes came from outside the door.。