Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Roseanne blushed slightly, "It's really nothing special..."

She had been with Murray for six years. The first two years, she was still in college, and for the latter four, she was confined to their sprawling mansion, her days revolving solely around Murray.

The cage of love he built for her was sturdy, but those years in confinement weren't entirely wasted. Beyond taking care of Murray's needs, Roseanne read voraciously, honed her skills, and consciously developed various hobbies.

As their relationship cooled and Murray's visits home became less frequent, Roseanne finally found time for herself. She enrolled in numerous classes and earned several certifications, filling her free time to the brim.

She always kept her father's advice in mind: "Learning never stops. You should always keep gaining knowledge and skills, because every new skill opens up another path in life."

Maybe deep down, she never really saw Murray as her rock.

...

After her class, Roseanne couldn't leave just yet; she had to guide the ladies through the practical part. As she had been teaching, many had followed along and prepared their own cups.

taste mine and give me

too, I'd love some

well! Don't forget

her feedback generously. When it came to Mrs. Jackson's turn, the aroma of the tea had already wafted over before she even lifted the lid. "This

warm and inviting smile, nodded,

and the tea itself was bright and aromatic,

a social pretense or to pass time,

Roseanne couldn't help but

the tea and the brewing technique were

a small tea business. We own a few plantations, and we always keep a batch for ourselves each year. I happened to bring some today; if you don't

initially hesitated, not wanting to admit that despite being a

insisted, and

found the whole tea etiquette a bit pretentious and brewed her tea carelessly, ber