They explained that they were just long-lost best friends, good friends, pure friendship.
Then they blatantly put their arms around each other.
I don't know when Ethan's "good friend" became so ambiguously intimate like a couple.
Walking alone in this strange city, the snow fell on the tip of my nose, chilling my nose.
In my heart, it suddenly became clear. Winter is too cold, all things know to hibernate.
Only I, with my courageous love, facing his so obvious attitude, didn't know to restrain my love.
He doesn't love me, just as I want to pray for a trace of warm sunshine in this heavy snow.
It's so laughable.
I returned to the villa, the photos on the wall recording our beautiful past together.
In the photos, there were mountains we climbed together, seas we played in, sunrises we watched.
He once said he would cherish me like a treasure for life, spoil me, and give me a grand wedding.
Now looking at these photos, my heart no longer has expectations, only bitterness.
Ethan came back around midnight.
When he entered the room, he had a strong smell of alcohol mixed with a smoky wood scent, the kind of cigarette Sophia usually smokes.
The smell choked me, making my throat a bit itchy, and I coughed a few times.
"Did I wake you up?"
Ethan just casually asked this, then turned and went into the bathroom.
Just as I was about to fall asleep, I felt the bed clearly sinking down.
Ethan's unique scent enveloped my side.
I pulled the thin blanket closer around me, unconsciously shifting towards the edge of the bed.
"Are you still angry? Sophia is my best friend."
He said this in a flat tone.
"Is she really just a friend?" I asked.
"Nonsense, go to sleep." He sounded impatient.
The next day, when I arrived at the company, I couldn't reach my makeup artist no matter what.
There was a variety show scheduled for that morning, which had been arranged months in advance.
The makeup and accessories needed for the show were entrusted to that makeup artist for safekeeping.
Now, I couldn't get in touch with her, and the costumes and accessories were not at the company either.
"Where is the makeup artist?"
I asked around, but no one in the company could provide an answer.
Just as I was feeling anxious, Ethan rushed over.
I explained the situation to him, and with less than half an hour left before the show started, the stakes were high.