Racheal's face turned a deeper shade of red.
"Master, please don't talk like that! I'm not that kind of person!"
Sasha raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable.
"Then what kind of person are you, Racheal? The kind who gives up before she even tries? Or the kind who fights for what she wants?"
"I—I don't know what I want! And even if I did… I wouldn't go stealing someone else's fiancé! That's not who I am."
Racheal stammered.
Her master let out a slow sigh, folding her arms across her chest.
"No one said it would be easy. But it's not about stealing. It's about being honest with yourself. If you give up, it'll hurt. If you fight, it'll hurt too.
There's no painless path, Racheal. Only the one you won't regret later."
Racheal glanced down, caught in the whirlpool of thoughts and emotions that refused to settle.
"Are you… speaking from experience?"