The gift Jingliu gave him truly caught Xianyu by surprise.
He never could have imagined that during the half month they had spent apart, Jingliu had sought out Yingxing and kept busy at the Artisanship Commission, preparing this ring for him.
Xianyu instinctively squeezed Jingliu's hand in return.
The thought of the Sword Champion, who wielded a three-thousand-pound greatsword on the battlefield, patiently trying to make this tiny ring with her own hands for him... moved him deeply.
Compared with that, the ring he had asked an executive to bid on for him... made his own efforts seem rather lacking.
Since the Artisanship Commission could forge countless extraordinary weapons, surely the tools they used were no ordinary ones either? Could Jingliu have hurt herself?
Xianyu inspected Jingliu's hands but found no wounds.
Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he remembered that Xianzhou natives healed far faster than ordinary people. If Jingliu really had been hurt... he would have no way of telling.
Xianyu couldn't help asking, "You didn't hurt your hands, did you?"
Jingliu shook her head. "No."
It was just a shame about Yingxing's Forging Hammers, she thought.
At first, Jingliu had considered quite a few options besides a ring.
For example, the weapon Jingliu was most skilled with-a sword.
She soon ruled that out.
A gift ought to be something the recipient liked, shouldn't it? She couldn't just go by her own preferences, could she?
Whatever past Xianyu had, whatever special identity he possessed... Jingliu still remembered what he had once told her.
Xianyu had said he was very happy with his current job and only wanted to stay in the Library.
Xianzhou natives who stayed behind the lines needed no weapons. The Cloud Knights would clear away every danger at the front.
And so Jingliu