Ivan pulled Clarice close and held her tightly.
Clarice's face was buried in Ivan's shoulder. Her vision was blocked, unable to see anything.
"Morris, what's wrong?"
A strange feeling stirred inside Clarice.
If it was just a mango allergy, why was Ivan reacting so strongly?
"Are you okay? Are you having an allergic reaction?"
Ivan held her even tighter. "Yes, I'm allergic. It looks pretty bad, and I didn’t want you to see it."
Clarice couldn’t help but smile. What kind of reason was this? It was so unlike Ivan.
But her heart still felt uneasy.
Could it really be such a coincidence?
What if two unrelated people felt the same way, even having the same mango allergy?
A sudden instinct urged Clarice to connect these similarities together.
Allergic reactions could vary in severity f
