"It is really you," he remarked, staring at her with tear pooled eyes. The woman in front of him is very beautiful just like he imagined she would be, now it is no wonder to him that the emperor is still in love with her even after her death.
"Come, let me hold you," she beckoned.
He slowly walked towards her then stopped in front of her, his towering height above her makes her more emotional at the sight of him. She placed her hand on his cheeks and smiled broadly.
"You have indeed grown into a fine man...the saint of the ice clan,"
He placed his hand above hers.
"I am sorry for disappointing your expectations, that woman is my life,"
The ring she left for him contained a message asking him to build the ice clan again and find something else but he couldn't understand the last part of the message which she must have left at the brink of death.
