Maeve Lane felt her pocket lighten, as if something had fallen out.
She opened her eyes to find Julian Fairchild holding her medicine, his expression serious, as if faced with a colossal problem.
"What are you looking at?" Maeve sat up, stretched lazily, and gazed at him with an indifferent look. Her face showed no panic upon the discovery, her smile even had a hint of playfulness—
"Do you want some candy too?"
Julian didn't answer. Seeing Maeve's nonchalant attitude, his voice turned grave, "Have you seen a doctor?"
"...I have, it's just low blood sugar." Maeve took back the medicine from his hand without a care, then put it back in her pocket, her movements as smooth as flowing water, "Let's go, what should we eat today?"
Turning slightly, her back appeared slender and lean, with faint blue veins visible on her collarbone, her aura cold and ethereal.
Julian stared into her eyes, saying seriously, "…I know a somewhat famous doctor. I'll take you to see them next time."
