Chapter Six
"Come, turn around." He pulled her to face him and patiently rolled up her sleeve, his eyes filled with concern as he looked at the red spots on her hand.
"Besides daffodils, what else are you allergic to?"
"I don't know myself."
She actually didn't know what she was allergic to because she had never experienced anything like this as a child.
Ryan looked at her helplessly, a tone of reproach in his voice, "You might not care about me, but you need to take care of your body, know what you are allergic to, and be extra careful next time. If it's just a simple rash, that's fine, but if it's serious, it can..."
He suddenly stopped, and when he looked at her again, there was a complexity in his eyes.
If it's serious, it could be life-threatening...
Does she even know?
So clueless, not even understanding her own body^
But why did she have an allergic reaction again?
Was there something wrong with what she ate?
Or...
