Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

"Darn it!" Leda swatted away the hotdog she accidentally dropped on her shoulder, standing up straight and thankful she flicked her cigarette away in time.

Roseanne had to make a considerable effort to close her mouth, "Um... Leda, you forgot your bag..."

She had only come to deliver a bag, but what did she end up witnessing?

Leda cozying up to a guy, looking all close and intimate? And why did his silhouette seem so familiar?

The moment the two turned around, the mystery unraveled - it was York?!

So... This was the "collaborator" Leda mentioned?

Leda stepped forward, taking her bag: "Thanks, Anne! Coming all the way here late at night just to deliver my bag, you should head back, it's late, and not safe. I'll watch you go up to your apartment, just wave at me from the balcony, and then I'll leave." "Sure."

Roseanne turned around and headed home.

She knew what Leda was like, seemingly carefree but always with a plan.

So, she didn't say much.

Sometimes, silence was the greatest form of respect between friends.

wave from the balcony, and only then did she

my car. Aren't you going to give

how

York was speechless.

sincerely suggested. As she spoke, she revved the engine, counted down silently, then released the handbrake. The car shot out like an arrow.

your car was fixed, right? Why take mine?! Be careful,

the financial district in his little

her little dog

"Darn it-"

there, gritting his

it feel like he was nurturing a

...

end of July, Roseanne had

was in order, she submitted them to three different scientific journals. Now, all she had to do was wait for

ahead of time to take with her, nor worry about oversleeping during the lunch break and not completing the day's

her newfound free time,

the farmer's market, care for her plants at a relaxed pace, and even try out new

her parents,

Norris: "...Finished all three?"