"How come we didn't know?"
Yang Jialing quickly moved her ice cream farther away from Lu Xiaoxiao.
"It's not that bad."
Lu Xiaoxiao's lips curved up.
"It's only a little."
"You call that a little?"
Ye Zimeng pursed her lips. "Your face was covered in red pimples."
"Ah!"
Lu Xiaoxiao let out a small shriek.
"Don't remind me of such a terrifying memory."
Ye Zimeng looked at Yu Yuer and Yang Jialing.
"I only found out by chance."
"People in our dorm don't usually eat mangoes."
"And we never talked about anything related to them."
"So Little Deer never told you she was allergic to mangoes."
"I only said something this time because I saw Lingling was going to give Little Deer mango ice cream."
"Come to think of it..."
Ye Zimeng looked puzzled.
"When did you start liking mango ice cream?"
"Didn't you used to have strawberry or vanilla?"
"I wanted to try a different flavor."
Yang Jialing stuck her tongue out slightly.
She hadn't expected to hit a sore spot with Little Deer.
"Next time, I'll—"
"It's okay."
As if she knew what Yang Jialing was about to say, Lu Xiaoxiao waved a hand.
"No need."
"Go ahead and eat yours."
"I am a little allergic to mangoes."
"But mango ice cream isn't made of mangoes alone."
"I don't react as strongly to ice cream or cake with mango in it as I do to mangoes themselves."
Lu Xiaoxiao took Ye Zimeng's hand and bit off a big mouthful of ice cream.
The cool, sweet flavor spread across her taste buds.
Her eyes curved into crescent moons.
"Delicious."
The tasty treat eased her bad mood considerably.
What had happened had happened.
There was no point in feeling glum or angry about