The little girl took the photograph and stared blankly at the three people in it.
"Father left this photograph for me?"
Her voice was dreamy, and she could not tear her eyes away.
Xu Yuan said softly:
"It was tucked into the supplementary notes for the Night Rain Sword Art. Later, he worried you might never look through them, so he changed his mind and asked me to give it to you in person." "Honestly..." The little girl began to sob. "I really haven't practiced that sword art. Every time I try, I think of him. I don't want to practice it!" Xu Yuan sighed, his gaze softening.
The Night Rain Sword Art.
The Former Crown Prince had passed it on to his daughter and urged her to practice diligently.
Clearly, this sword art was immensely important!
And yet...
Across a full ten years, she had passed this immensely important ancient sword art on to me.
She hadn't given me anything else.
She had given me the sword art she treasured most!
"Yiyi."
Xu Yuan chose his words carefully. "Your father said this was the best gift."
The little girl shook her head. "He always liked coming up with strange things, and he liked surprising people too... I really don't know why this photograph is the best gift."
"Maybe it isn't the photograph, but the sword art?" Xu Yuan said.
After all, the first thing the message on the back of the photograph emphasized was "practice the Night Rain Sword Art."
That was crucial!
"Oh no!" The little girl covered her mouth. "I haven't practiced that sword art!"
"What? Not at all?" Xu Yuan could not help asking.
"Just... just a little. Like this..."
The little girl raised her hand.
She seemed to be only at the Qi Refining First