She understood the principles, but she never let herself try, so she wasted her years away, until finally, all her feelings became numb.
As a Spirit Cultivator, life is long, and such time doesn't seem to mean much, but truly enduring each day and night feels worse than being an ordinary person, at the very least, they have an end.
She doesn't even know where her end lies.
There's nothing wrong with loving someone, but loving someone should make yourself happy, not miserable.
If you don't even have the ability to make yourself happy, and only expect others to love you, how many people could be that fortunate?
So the first step in loving someone is to learn to love yourself, and she hasn't learned that in all these years.
The two of them scatteredly chatted for a long time, until it was almost dawn. Han Jing then staggered up and returned to the room Xia Wu had prepared for them. She took a shower first, after all, the smell of alcohol on her was indeed uncomfortable.
