The next day, Vianna was awakened by a series of knocks on the door from Aunt.
Opening her eyes drowsily, dhe felt an overwhelming pain as if she had been run over by a car. Vianna hissed in a low voice, and later realized that her throat hurt.
Got a cold or fever?
This was her first reaction.
But there were constant knocks on the door, so Vianna casually put on her pajamas and got up to open the door.
"Aunt, what's wrong?"
"My wife, it's already eleven o'clock, why haven't you gotten up yet..." Aunt's voice stopped abruptly, and she noticed that Vianna's expression was wrong. As if in great fright, "Madam, what's wrong with you?"
Vianna's face was full of confusion, "What's wrong?"
"Is this...allergy?"
Allergy?
Vianna turned back to the makeup mirror and took a look. When she sa
