Tabitha's POV
After I finished taking a shower, I found Derek leaning on the leather sofa.
His head tilted slightly back, his handsome face filled with exhaustion. His eyes were tightly closed. It seemed that he had fallen asleep.
I glanced at him and didn't wake him up. Instead, I sat down quietly across from him and casually picked up a programming book.
A cool breeze blew in through the window, and Derek woke up slowly.
I looked at the desolate scene outside. It seemed like it would snow in a few days.
The room was brightly lit, forming a sharp contrast with the dark and gloomy sky outside.
On the table were freshly flown-in flowers, trimmed elegantly, with a faint scent of freshness lingering in the air.
However, no matter how cozy this place was decorated, it could not change
