"I don't believe it." Maeve Lane screwed on the bottle cap, seemingly remembering something, she added, "It's just self-deception."
"Is that so?" Julian Fairchild's gaze fell on the calm surface of Lake Theron, as if letting out a light sigh, "I believe..."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Julian, why are you walking so fast?" Lucy Sterling ran a stretch, out of breath as she approached, "Suddenly, we lost sight of you guys."
Sean Shaw was also panting heavily, hands on his hips, "These old bones of mine can't compete with you young folks anymore."
Julian Fairchild replied, "It's fine."
"Right, just around the corner is Vimalia Temple, if we could go in, that would be great. I heard making wishes there is very effective." Lucy Sterling lamented for a moment, "I haven't exercised in a long time, it's rare to come by, who knows when the next time will be."
Julian Fairchild lowered his eyes, looking at Maeve Lane, "Do you want to take a look?"
Maeve Lane casually said, "Sure."
