Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 618

At the tail end of December, Lumina City was graced with its second snowfall of the winter.

This snowstorm was far more substantial than the last, blanketing the entire city in a thick layer of snow over two days.

In the early morning, Roseanne, with a hint of apology, knocked on the door of Owen Reynolds' house.

“Professor…” she started hesitantly.

Owen, in his pajamas and with his hair all over the place, felt a twinge of concern, “What’s happened?!”

“Nothing, nothing!” Realizing it was indeed too early for a visit, Roseanne became increasingly apologetic and somewhat embarrassed.

“Did I… wake you up?”

Owen shook his head, “No, I was about to get up anyway. What do you need?”

“That snow play kit from last time… do you still have it?”

He paused, then glanced out the window. Indeed, the snow had stopped.

“You’re going out to play in the snow this early?” he asked, sounding unsure.

Roseanne’s eyes sparkled, “Yes! If we go early, the snow is untouched and clean.”

Owen couldn’t help but laugh, “You’re still like a kid, aren’t you?”

Roseanne retorted, “Playing in the snow isn’t about being a kid or an adult; it’s about whether you’re from the south or the north.”

“Wait a moment.”

He turned and went inside, returning shortly with a bucket in hand.

Inside were the duck, dinosaur, and bear molds from last time, along with shovels and rakes…

“Thanks, Professor! I’m heading out!” she took the bucket and dashed downstairs.

Ten minutes later, a fully dressed Owen Reynolds appeared downstairs.

Seeing her mingling with a group of kids, in a white down jacket and a bright red hat, blending in with the snowy surroundings except for that striking splash of red.

“Professor! Come play—” Roseanne called out with a smile.

Owen waved her off, “You guys go ahead.”

Roseanne pouted and turned back to dig in the snow. Seconds later, she stood up and threw something with a swift motion—

A snowball, the size of a palm, flew straight towards Owen.

He was caught off guard.

In those two seconds of hesitation, he failed to dodge, and the snowball hit his shoulder, breaking into a flurry of snowflakes.

Roseanne was shocked, “Professor, why didn’t you dodge?”

“I didn’t react in time.”

“Sorry, sorry…”

“It’s okay, you play.”

Just then, a kid tugged at her hand, “Sis, we haven’t finished the snowman yet!”

Roseanne was pulled away.