Bree's tone carried a hint of reluctance. "It's not difficult… but you'll have to endure a little hardship."
Hardship?
Yilan had never suffered a day in her life.
She hesitated, her brows knitting slightly. "Isn't there… a way that doesn't involve suffering?"
Bree: "..."
For a brief moment, genuine shock flashed across her eyes.
Is she actually this useless?
She forced down the surge of irritation—of something far darker—and softened her expression.
"Then tell me," she asked gently, "do you still want Vincent to become your partner?"
"Yes! Of course I do!"
Yilan answered immediately, without hesitation.
She had dreamed of it for years.
"Then for him… you can't endure even a little?"
No wonder Vincent had never spared her a glance.
Even Bree felt a flicker of disdain.
Yilan bit her lip.
Images of Vincent on the battlefield—untouchable, radiant, powerful—flashed through her mind.
