Deng Yuyuan's eyes fell on the hairpin.
She had carved it herself. To avoid exposing her true identity, she had even used a different carving technique.
The man in black wouldn't ask such a question without reason; there had to be a flaw somewhere. She wondered, "Has he been to Dazhang Village, or is he a local there?"
"No, I bought it from someone else. I don't have such skillful hands," Deng Yuyuan replied, deflecting his probe while subtly praising her own work.
The man in black didn't press the matter. Any further questioning would have been impolite.
