The closer the camera zooms in, the more Maeve Lane's beauty is felt.
Even if she does nothing and closes her eyes, she looks like a painting.
"Actually, I think it's not surprising if Julian Fairchild likes Maeve Lane..."
"I second that."
"Previously, when there were rumors about them, as a solo fan I didn't believe it, but suddenly I feel a bit insecure now."
"Even heroes can't resist a beauty!"
After the meal, Maeve Lane went up first, and Julian Fairchild followed closely behind, his tall figure imposing in the dim corridor, carrying a hint of inexplicable ambiguity.
"Why do I feel like something's off between these two.."
"Help, Fairchild is looking at Maeve Lane in a strange way."
"You're not alone, why do I, a solo fan, feel like I'm shipping them???"
"Why does it feel like I'm watching an idol drama?"
"The way Fairchild looks at Maeve Lane is as if she's a little lamb, it feels like he's about to kiss her any moment. Covering my face."
