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...

head to look out the floor-to-ceiling window. Giving up was out of the

past, though not now,

love his Americano black, but since she didn't like it, why not

all, just look

Roseanne

how to hide,

a quiet, unassuming way, he infiltrated her life like a frog being boiled in warm

insignificant, yet crazily nourishing the

Roseanne didn't feel pressured and naturally let down her guard,

could do

night did indeed get

returned in

that moment, Murray suddenly saw the

back wouldn't happen overnight; the more you

he had to

he might have a

QUMS

by Roseanne's reaction just now, the results

longer looked

...

her classmate

day of classes ahead and decided to pop in

one?" she asked with a smile, her gaze casually catching the man

Grace's eyes flickered.