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.

Cole, could you taste mine

too, I'd

well! Don't forget

aroma of the tea had already wafted over before she even lifted the lid. "This is English black tea,

her warm and inviting smile, nodded, "Yes. Let

Roseanne took a sip, the leaves were perfectly shaped, and the tea itself

impressed. Most of the ladies attended her tea workshops more as a

a second sip, Roseanne couldn't help but praise, "This is

tea and the

we always keep a batch for ourselves each

that despite being a tea sommelier, she rarely

insisted, and ultimately, Roseanne graciously

the whole tea etiquette a bit pretentious