Seeing Granny Jia sleep so soundly, Qu Jianlei felt embarrassed to disturb her and could only stand there silently.
However, the moment he stopped, Granny Jia's snoring came to an abrupt halt.
Then she lifted her head, wiped the corner of her mouth with her sleeve, and slowly opened her eyes, "Anything?"
Qu Jianlei smiled, "Granny Jia, were you asleep or not?"
"Just resting a bit, being lazy," Granny Jia's old eyes remained half-open, half-closed, with a dim gaze.
"If I died two years earlier, how long could I have slept? No rush now... what's the matter?"
Qu Jianlei took out a few photos, showing a broken hairpin, "I'd like to ask, do you recognize this?"
"Hmm?" Granny Jia glanced at it, her eyes widened instantly, "Is this... a hairpin?"
As imagined, when she said the word "hairpin," it was in the pronunciation of the Divine Land language, albeit with an accent.
"Found on Steve," Qu Jianlei didn't want to deceive the old lady, "It feels a bit mysterious."
