Maeve Lane laughed, "Just kidding, you're right, there's no such thing in the world."
Meredith laughed but couldn't figure out why she suddenly couldn't keep laughing.
Next to her, Maeve Lane was unusually quiet, her expression calm, even with a slight smile at the corner of her mouth.
But she exuded a vibe that was completely out of place with the bustling crowd.
It seemed somewhat desolate and lonely.
Meredith was deeply affected by the heavy emotion coming from her and became quiet too.
She couldn't help but think about what Maeve Lane had just said.
[Do you believe me if I say I have depression?]
[What if I'm doing this for treatment.]
She bit her lip, suddenly held Maeve Lane's hand, and said seriously, "I'm sorry, Maeve."
Maeve Lane blinked, lazily looking at her, "Why are you apologizing to me?"
"I shouldn't have laughed earlier." Meredith bit her lip, looking really guilty, "Maeve, do you really have that illness?"
But how is it possible?
