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.,But for some reason, Lin Yù looked at this ugly girl's face, but his heart unexpectedly felt a sense of peace and familiarity.,His wife, Qin Yutong, since being sent to the sect by her people, they had met no more than a handful of times. Not to mention any conjugal bliss or wedding nights, they were a couple in name only.。