Sixty-year-old Ning Ran sat under the wisteria in her small courtyard, her white hair as graceful as a crane. She lay leisurely on a reclining chair, drowsiness washing over her.,"You lazy good-for-nothing, why aren't you awake yet If the people we're meeting see you like this, they might just turn around and leave!",Her mind was muddled, unable to sort through her thoughts. Her eyes darted back and forth, taking in the person before her. When she confirmed that this person looked exactly like her deceased grandmother in her memory, she gasped in surprise, her mouth slightly agape.。