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"Why do you make yourself sound like some bad woman who toys with people and then refuses to let go?"

It had to be said, the topics Vesir brought up really did a good job of easing the pain of Ash's soul being shaved away. His nose twitched, his face full of curiosity. "Why can't it develop into a romance?"

"Because..." Vesir thought for a moment. "Barriers in reality and conflicts of ambition, I suppose."

"Whoa." Ash perked up so much he nearly straightened at the waist. He gazed into Vesir's eyes. "Don't tell me the other person is from a completely different world than you, and on top of that you have to fight for your career, so it's impossible for you to be together?"

In that instant, Ash recalled all the soap operas he had watched with his mother when he was little: a wealthy Young Miss fell in love with a poor boy, but the obstacles of reality kept them from being together, while the Young Miss had to go abroad to chase her dreams, and the poor boy could only stay in the country and struggle. Years later, when they met again, they could no longer blush at each other, only face each other with red-rimmed eyes...

One look, and Vesir knew Ash had definitely misunderstood. However, she also needed Ash to misunderstand.

Only then could this rare private conversation between them continue.

And for some reason, she and the Watcher could now speak like bystanders about the story of Silver Lamp and Ash, which eased her tense heart considerably.

"More or less."

Ash asked, "Can't the barriers in reality be crossed?"

"I tried," Vesir said softly, shaking her head. "We're different people. I'm not the kind of girl he likes, the kind who treats life