Chapter 99: The Theory of Everything


    "...Is this the paper crane I made at that time?"


    Dana was stunned. She clearly remembered that when she sessfully cast the magic - the wizard''s hand, she used this spell to fold an awkwardly shaped paper crane.


    But when she showed it to her parents, she suffered a heavy blow. her father turned a blind eye, and her mother ridiculed her. Afterward, the sad Dana tore the paper crane to pieces and threw it into the trash can.


    But why did it appear here?


    "Ten years ago, when approaching your birthday, my brother once asked me how to fix the broken crane. As a mid-level mage, he didn''t understand this handwork at all. It now seems that he had probably collected the pieces of paper torn by you from the trash can, and then carefully glued them together."


    Chester looked at the paper crane in the ss box and exined softly.


    "You don''t know how happy your dad was after seeing you sessfully cast the magic. He wished everyone would know about it. He had a smile that I had never seen before."


    "But why, weren''t they disappointed in me, didn''t they think that I can''t be a mage at all?"


    Dana felt her heart beating fast. The scenes of the past came to her mind, and she suddenly felt confused and fell into a chair.


    "Your parents have never been disappointed in you. They are just not good at expressing their love for you. Look at the bottom of this box. There should be a letter."


    Chester pointed to the box, and Dana quickly found a crumpled letter on the base of the box.


    There was no signature on the envelope, no recipient, only a simple sentence written inmonnguage.


    "If you find this storage bag, please give it to our daughter."


    The handwriting was a bit messy, it might have been written in a very urgent situation, but Dana still knew at a nce that it was her father''s handwriting.


    She put down the ss box and opened the letter.


    "To Dana."


    At the beginning of the letter, it was written in calm handwriting.


    "Dana, maybe when you read this letter, your mother and I are no longer in this world, but I still want to say, we love you. This gift was prepared tomemorate your clumsy but groundbreaking first spellcasting. Your mother and I did not deliberately ignore you. We didn''t know how to express our feelings, and we didn''t know that what we did would hurt her so much."


    Dana read the letter silently, and she felt that something in her heart that had been sealed for many years was overflowing and about to spew out.


    "Dana, in fact, your father and I don''t necessarily require you to be a great mage. We just want you to grow up healthily and be anything you want to be. Mom loves you."


    The handwriting suddenly turned into a graceful scribble. Although it was a bit messy, Dana quickly recognized that it was her mother''s handwriting. After this paragraph, the text became Dana''s father''s handwriting again.


    "Although I don''t know when you will get this letter, or even if it can be sent to you, I still want to say to you, Dana, happy birthday."


    Dana was a little lost. The words and memories in the letter were intertwined, making her extremely confused.


    In the past, the harsh and indifferent parents ovepped with the gentle and kind parents in the letter, and gradually turned into two vague figures.


    "This storage bag was originally used by my brother to hold experimental notes and draft papers, but perhaps when the semine was about to copse, he threw away everything inside and left this gift instead."


    Chester exined. He subconsciously took out the smoke pipe, but suddenly realized something, and then put it back.


    "When this storage bag was delivered to me, there were actually a lot of paper slips inside the storage bag."


    He took out a few crumpled pieces of paper, and on them, there were many messages in different handwritings:


    "Please pass it to their daughter Oppenheim Demine, H.P.S."


    "If anyone knows Dana Christine, please forward this to her. Miner Chase, Plummer Demine."


    "Christine, I seem to know someone with this surname. The charming Hir, Ugra demine."


    "You can go to the demine of the third-star realm to find D.C."


    "If anyone dares to mess with the things inside, I Gemn will be the first one to ughter you! ''Butcher'' Gemn Laneke."


    "Dana Christine, this must be the happiest girl in the world, Wanderer Brony."


    "She is not in the third-star realm, I will try the second-star realm or maybe the main ne? But that is too far, but I will try. Demine traveler Hermes."


    "I found this from a corpse, his hands were tightly clinging to this thing, I can''t figure out why he attaches so much importance to this thing. Engel, from the ne of Fiona."


    "PS, I think I can understand the deceased a little. I''m preparing to go to the ne of Kada."


    ......


    There were many such texts, all the sentences, all the messages, were left for this gift for a stranger.


    The demine Midgar where the ident urred was located at the border of civilization, far away from the main ne. This storage bag that could survive for some reason must have traveled hundreds of nes, experienced the hands of thousands of people before it was finally passed to the ce where it should be delivered, and as long as there was a problem in one of these links, it would be lost in this world forever.


    But it came back after all.


    The person who picked up the gift chose to pass it on after reading the letter.


    It was just to protect the parents'' love for their daughter.


    "The two of them have been doing research in the demines, trying to describe theposition of the world in the most concise and beautifulnguage. I think they seeded."


    Chester sniffed, then continued.


    "My brother said something to me in the past. Their research was to prove that this world is beautiful. Before, I never understood it. I always thought that this world is full of disputes, inequality, greed, and ugliness, but after seeing this gift, I think I can slightly understand what he meant."


    This was not just a simple birthday gift. It was a thesis left by the Christian couple at the end. It wasposed by thousands of passers over a decade of time.


    The simplest and mostplex thesis that transcended gender, race, ne, and time.


    The thesis on "love" and "world".


    Dana suddenly remembered a certain afternoon that had long been blurred in her memory; her father stroked her head, picked her up, like an ordinary father, and yed with her on thewn, while her mother sat aside and smiled watching them ying.


    It was in the distant past like it was a dream. It should be the most precious treasure in her heart. Why did she forget it?


    With a twitch of the nose, Dana finally couldn''t hold back the tears in her eyes. She gently picked up the ss box and said in a gentle and light voice.


    "Wee home, Mom and Dad."