From that moment on, progress came fast.
Wooheon began practicing in front of a mirror on his own will, trying different soft expressions.
Whenever he had a free moment, he’d pull out a small mirror and work on it. There wasn’t much improvement, but he didn’t give up.
And because Wooheon never did things halfway, he eventually found a method that worked—within a month.
He even wrote it down in a notebook.
He had the answer now, and that meant it was worth documenting.
「Wow, sir! Your smile looks way better than yesterday!」
「Yes. I finally figured it out.」
「What is it?」
「When we went to the reservoir, I remember you smiling at something. If I picture that, it just comes out naturally. No stress. It feels... fresh.」
Of course, figuring out the answer and putting it into practice didn’t magically solve everything.
Wooheon pushed too hard, even though Yueul had asked him to take it slow.
