The light in the living room was somewhat dim, and a few pairs of sneakers were scattered messily on the floor at the door.
Vivian changed into slippers and stood hesitantly at his doorstep, calling out a few times: "Ethan, Ethan??"
The house was silent, with no response at all.
Could he be asleep??
Vivian put down her backpack, tiptoed to Ethan's bedroom door, and gently pushed it open.
The curtains in his room weren't drawn, and it was the time when the sun was setting. An orange glow from the sunset spilled through the glass window onto the floor.
In the middle of the room, a shadowy figure lay wrapped in a blanket on the big bed, with a bowl placed on the bedside table.
Vivian walked to the bedside and glanced at Ethan lying on the bed. His face was pale with a faint blush on his cheeks, and his delicate brows were furrowed tightly in his sleep. He seemed to be cold, as he had wrapped the blanket tightly around him.
