Flowing Frost exhaled a breath, one that she might very well have been holding for the many thousands of years she had been stuck here.
She had never been able to find a man that she loved in her lifetime, though that was mostly her fault. She kept comparing them all to her elder brother and none of them could seem to match up, no one even seemed to come close so she never learned what true love felt like.
Inwardly, she felt a bit guilty. Though her elder brother had never said as much, she felt that part of the reason he had pushed so hard to enter the Seventh Heaven was so that she wouldn't have to spend a lifetime never knowing such a wonderful thing.
It was quite funny. She would never know what that kind of love felt like, but she felt at peace nonetheless. She never knew romantic love, but she had known familial love, and that was something many cultivators would never know. How could she not feel satisfied with this much?
