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.,Ma Lian rushed over, her eyes brimming with tears, and said: "Meng thought you wouldn't wake up again. Master, please don't leave Meng alone...",With a sound, the dream's face was marked with a crimson palm print.。