"Hah…"
The Crescent Moon Swordsman let out a long sigh as he stood up and walked toward the table on the right.
A photo frame showing a smiling little girl stood there.
He picked it up and gazed at the photo with longing.
"Where have you gone, my dear? Grandpa misses you so much."
Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes and slowly rolled down his cheeks.
The once-mighty Crescent Moon Swordsman now looked weak and frail.
Losing his only son had been a huge blow to him.
However, having his granddaughter by his side had helped ease the emptiness and sorrow in his heart.
Unfortunately, fate had been cruel to him. He lost his granddaughter twenty years ago.
No matter how hard he had tried to find her all these years, he still couldn't locate her.
The sadness was painful, slowly eating away at his spirit.
Sometimes, he just wanted to die and be with his son.
But he was afraid… afraid that if he died, his granddaughter would be left all alone.
