"So, girls like Roseanne, no matter how much they love, they''ll eventually choose to leave. It''s just a matter of time."N?velDrama.Org content rights.


    Six years...


    Corley felt it was way too long.


    So long that he thought the once dazzling girl had truly be a puppet madly in love.


    So long that he started to doubt, almost giving up.


    Thankfully, she finally took that step, choosing to be her true self again.


    Corley said, "Six years, she gave you countless chances, this tant favoritism..." It''s enough to drive anyone mad with jealousy! "Sadly, you still ended up disappointing her, that''s why she left with such determination, without looking back."


    That''s Roseanne for you!


    In love, she''d go all in, betting everything.


    Out of love, she could gracefully withdraw and move on alone.


    Back then, York used to secretly call her "love crazy" and "nuts"; now, he mes her for being "too harsh" and "heartless."


    But Corley knew, Roseanne would never live under the gaze of others.


    To love is to love deeply.


    To leave is to leave entirely.


    "The moment she decided to leave, what you are, how you feel, ceased to matter to her."


    At these words, Murray staggered and slumped back into his seat.


    He opened his mouth to speak, but the words that came outcked their previous aggression: "You think... how well do you know her?" Corley smiled.


    "Women are like a book, who dares im they''vepletely understood it? And with different ages, different circumstances, opening the same book, what you see and feel can be different."


    "I don''t need to understand


    Roseanne in a short time, I just hope


    to cherish her for a lifetime, to keep


    topany day and night, always


    her


    fresh and new."


    "So, to answer your question, I don''t know her very well. But clearly, you don''t know her at all!"


    Murray felt stung by hisst remark and instinctively grabbed his cup to take a gulp.


    However, what he drank was just nd water.


    The alcohol had long been cleared away by Corley''s orders.


    "Can''t win against you in words, and now you won''t even let me drink?" he said with a bitter smile.


    Corley remained expressionless: "After all, we''re brothers. Let me give you some advice: a little drink cheers you up, but excessive drinking harms you. You only have one life; it''s not a joke."


    Murray paused, then took a sip of... water.


    "Corley, I shouldn''t havee to you for drinks, it''s pointless."


    "Yeah," he sighed, reaching for a cigarette, but halfway through, he put it back, "I don''t drink."


    Murray couldn''t help but snicker at his action: "What? Not drinking is one thing, but quitting smoking too?"


    "I''m trying to quit, haven''t quit yet."


    Murray was stunned, the old chain smoker suddenly wanting to quit?


    "Why?"


    Corley chuckled lightly, his look filled with a hint of irony but also pity.


    "They say you don''t understand Roseanne, and you don''t believe it. Did you not know she has allergic rhinitis, especially sensitive to smoke? Although it''s not severe every time we hang out, if someone lights up, she can''t help but frown."


    Murray was taken aback.


    Corley stood up, patting his shoulder with a smile: "Better give up early, you can''t win her back."


    With that, he grabbed his jacket and strode off —


    "I''ve paid the tab. Let''s not meet up next time; we''re rivals in love now, not fit to hang out and chat."