Alina's body trembled slightly, her smile somewhat forced.
"Sure, but before painting, I'd like to have a few drinks with you."
"Can you still hold a paintbrush after a few drinks?" Roland asked curiously.
"Of course, many artists have to be half-drunk before they start creating."
Since Alina said so, Roland naturally didn't want to be pretentious. He poured the wine for the two of them and raised his glass proactively.
"Every encounter in life is a reunion after a long time, cheers to the reunion!"
"This sentence is full of philosophy, cheers to the reunion!" Alina raised her glass in response.
She drank it all in one go, a few drops of crimson wine inadvertently slid down her lip corners, tracing down her fair neck, passing through the deep valley, leaving a mark.
Roland's gaze became fixed, his body warming slightly.
What's happening, could it really be they've been apart from his beloved wife for too long?
