Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Keep your distance, don't come any closer. It's the best advice, both for yourself and for him.

Roseanne packed up her documents and pen, and suddenly, the man murmured to himself—

"But I still consider you a friend..."

Roseanne walked away.

Murray watched her retreating figure, calmly shifting his gaze away.

He picked up his mug and took a sip of his coffee.

The bitterness spread instantly from the tip of his tongue to his entire mouth, yet his expression remained unchanged.

His thumb gently caressed the rim of the mug, his eyes falling on the cup Roseanne had used.

She seemed to have always liked her coffee with cream, less bitter that way.

Murray reached for the cup and took a light sip.

Indeed, he wasn't wrong.

They had lived together for six years, not six months, not six days.

Six whole years.

How could anyone say he didn't know her?

No, he understood her better than anyone else!

So...

window. Giving up was out of the question; Roseanne could only

not now, but in the future... she definitely

rest of the coffee. He used to love his Americano

wasn't hard at all, just

hadn't Roseanne pushed

knew how to hide, how

way, he infiltrated her life like a

the rains of spring, subtle and seemingly insignificant, yet crazily nourishing the soil, seeking to

retreating, so Roseanne didn't feel pressured and naturally let

could do it, why couldn't

drinks last night did

returned in an

that moment, Murray suddenly saw the

more you push, the further

put her on guard. To get close again, he had to take a different approach, letting her believe

might

QUMS

reaction just now,

least, she no longer

...

her

remembering they had a full day of classes ahead and decided to pop in for a

a smile, her gaze casually catching the man

Grace's eyes flickered.