"The maid has gone to prepare lunch. In the meantime, could you pose as a model one more time? This time, just sit normally."
Following Alina's instructions, Roland sat properly in the chair, adopting a standard military posture.
There was an unintended smile at the corner of his lips, and the long-lost sunlight just happened to pass through the window, covering Roland's face with golden rays, making it hard for Alina to see clearly.
When she adjusted her glasses to look carefully, the dazzling golden light gradually faded back into ordinary sunlight.
A mysterious moment, but unfortunately very brief, impossible to capture.
Alina thought silently, the current Roland was also very good, easily reminding her of when they first met, him sitting on the dock railing, looking sadly into the distance.
At this moment, he was no longer sad, but still handsome.
Alina was happy for her good friend Roland's good mood, but art sometimes needs flaws; too perfect is imperfect.
