"...Who are you, exactly?"
The girl looked at the boy opposite her, and in that moment, she felt somewhat bewildered.
She had once thought he was the one destined for her.
Because of her past experiences, the outwardly enthusiastic and cheerful Eve actually had very few friends she could talk to.
The only person she could fully trust was her older sister, who, after saying just a few words, would start talking about "being serious" and "paying attention in class."
Her innate extraordinary nature endowed her with enough wisdom and reason, but if she refused to grow up, she would always remain a child... And for a "child" who had not really lived for more than ten years, could one truly demand anything more than play from her?
"I'm so happy, really happy."
Compared to the repressed "childhood" memories, these recent days were probably the happiest times Eve could remember.
