'Seven-thirty, moon-gazing at the Holy Sparrow Platform?' Su Xuan committed the Elf Queen's scheduled arrival point to memory.
Just then, Alina's cheerful voice rang out, "I'm finished!"
Hearing this, Su Xuan quickly got dressed and walked over, gently placing the handkerchief in his hand on the tea table along the way.
"Let me see," he said, picking up a cup of black tea and moving behind Alina.
Just as he was about to take a sip to quench his thirst, Alina's painting caught his eye, making him hold his breath.
The him in the painting was so lifelike it was as if he were looking in a mirror. Every muscle line was clearly visible, and even the Holy Sword, which had been covered by the handkerchief, was perfectly outlined. The level of detail was incredible!
His eyes widened in amazement. 'Is Alina a human camera?'
But while Su Xuan was lost in awe of Alina's painting, a fire of rage ignited on Alina's face.
