Ethan reclined on the leather couch, slightly raising his head.

He looked exhausted. Judging from his shut eyes, he seemed to be asleep.

Olivia spared him a glance, and she didn't wake him up.

She sat opposite him silently instead, casually taking a programming book.

It was only when a cold wind came through the window that Ethan slowly woke up.

Gazing at the cold scenery, he reckoned that it was going to snow soon.

The light in the room was brightly lit, contradicting the somber sky outside.

There were fresh flowers, which were brought over this morning, placed on the table.

They were trimmed into lovely and graceful arrangements, giving off a faint, fresh scent.

The apartment finally felt like home.

However, no matter how wholesome the interior design was, it couldn't mend the relationship between Ethan and Olivia.

Previously, only the weather outside would be described as cold; now, their relationship itself had turned cold, too.

Back in the past, she would definitely