"But now I've figured it out," Eve turned her head to look at Ron:
"Pain is also a kind of treasure. It makes me treasure everything I have now even more, including... meeting you."
Her words carried a cautious probing.
Ron sensed the deeper meaning in her words, but he just said gently:
"You will have a remarkable life of your own, Eve. Whether as a Wizard or as the Heir of the Crown Clan, you have endless possibilities."
A trace of nearly imperceptible disappointment flashed in Eve's eyes but was soon replaced by determination.
She had grown accustomed to these subtle rejections and understood that in the current situation, expressing emotions too directly was unwise.
"Yes, I will create my own life."
She pulled herself together, her voice full of determined resolve: "No matter what the cost."
The last word uttered by the other made Ron take notice.
"Cost..." he repeated the word:
