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Giselle came carrying a tray with a bowl of porridge, a glass of warm milk, and fever medicine. Her mind had been restless since earlier. Even though Leon had insisted that he was fine, his face had looked terribly pale.

“Stubborn man,” she muttered as she walked quickly. “If you’re sick, just say you’re sick. Why do you have to act so tough?”

When she arrived in the living room, her eyes immediately caught Leon still lying on the sofa.

His face was even paler than before, his forehead damp with sweat.

“Leon!” she cried out in panic, setting the tray down on the table. She hurried over and...