Just when it seemed impossible to clean up the mess, Lin Xi found a small box. It didn't look special, but it was so well preserved that it had to be the family heirloom Qin Jia had mentioned.
"Okay, this must be it." Lin Xi originally wanted to open it, but reconsidered and handed it to Qin Jia instead. "This is your family's heirloom, it would be better for you to open it."
"You really screwed me over, Lin Xi," Qin Jia sighed. She looked at the supposed heirloom and then at the messy room. It was enough to make her want to cry.
Finally, Qin Jia opened the small box to find a delicate key, its metallic texture far exceeding modern craftsmanship. It felt like something from an ancient Super Civilization.
"You gotta be kidding me, this thing?" Qin Jia didn't dare to touch it and gave it to Lin Xi.
