Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

She pushed open the door and stepped out, hesitantly calling out-"Cousin?"

The man turned around, and his eyes lit up with surprise: "Anne?"

It was indeed Halley Cole, the only son of Maddox Cole and Raven.

He hadn't brought an umbrella, and his T-shirt was already soaked through, with droplets of water dripping from the tips of his hair.

Roseanne quickly pulled out some tissues and handed them over, saying, "Here, dry yourself off. Even though it's summer, walking around with wet hair can still give you a cold." "Thanks." He took them, wiping his hair while remarking, "You're still as thoughtful and caring as when you were a kid."

The bookstore was connected to the neighboring mall, so since they had bumped into each other and it was still raining outside, they decided they might as well grab lunch together.

Roseanne called Madge to let her know she wouldn't be coming home for lunch today. After a couple of questions, Madge didn't pry further and hung up.

seem a bit brighter. They sat by the window, where the floor-to-ceiling glass kept out the sound

the waiter's recommendation, Roseanne picked out a few signature dishes. While waiting for their food, she

her gaze inadvertently met Halley's. Roseanne was momentarily startled, then offered

she and Halley had been close. Since they were only three years apart, it was easy for them

Halley

School, he would bring her some treats. Roseanne vividly remembered those moments-sometimes it was fruit-filled pastries, other times cookies or snacks, and occasionally, a pack of spicy strips... Those were the happiest

was probably starting from college that she got busy with her studies and relationships,

After graduating, Roseanne devoted

entire self to supporting

needs, while Halley, having quit his job, was busy launching a startup with

hesitate, feeling it odd to suddenly call after such a long time without contact. Both harbored this thought, leading to a complete halt in communication. Some friendships just fade away like that, but fortunately, they were still bound by blood. Seeing each other now, there was no

said, "Anne, you haven't changed a bit." She was still the sister he remembered, quiet, beautiful, with eyes