Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Chapter 549

She spoke with such a nonchalance, as if everything that had once tied her to this world had been cut loose, no longer of any relevance to her.

Murray felt a suffocating frustration, like the more he tried to grasp onto something, the quicker it slipped through his fingers like sand.

Once upon a time, he had spitefully uprooted the flowers she had tenderly cared for. Now, he was trying to make amends, presenting her with a garden blooming with fragrance and a riot of colors. Yet, she seemed unimpressed...

"It's okay if you don't like it, we can go somewhere else..." he offered tentatively.

"It's not that, I do like it." Roseanne met his gaze squarely, her eyes clear and honest. "These flowers are truly beautiful. It's an innate appreciation of beauty and being moved by it."

"But if this is just a means for you to win me back, and these flowers are merely tools to that end, then such beauty is wasted."

"I don't appreciate that kind of waste."

Murray was taken aback, muttering, "...I just wanted to apologize for what I did in the past."

"You said it yourself, it's in the past. Since it's over, there's no need to dwell on it. You've put so much effort into these flowers, I hope you can truly appreciate and enjoy them for what they are, not by how they relate to my likes and dislikes."

"Just like... your life should be filled with work and pleasure, joy and ease, comfort and relaxation, not consumed by an attempt to salvage a relationship that shouldn't be saved, turning it into a mess."

together in the past, but now

we can, maybe we've both found better people... Letting go of the past, treating the present with dignity, and facing a future where anything is possible with openness-that's what we

before Murray heard

no joy in him, only

"It's over..."

go of the

imagine finding someone better than

chance for

gently shook her

together

as the food was served, Roseanne

it was all her

Ironically—

were together, it seemed fike he never remembered what she

this, Anne, I remember you liked it... and this one...

meal serving her, barely touching his own

Don't

"Sure." He smiled.

satisfied