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On the back terrace, Giselle was still sitting by the edge of the pool. Her hair was soaking wet, the thin pajamas clinging to her body made her skin feel even colder. She pulled the towel closer to her body, but the night air pierced through her bones.

“Hhh… hachoo!” she sneezed loudly while rubbing her nose. Her head began to feel heavy, her vision slightly spinning.

“Why is this happening…” she muttered hoarsely.

She tried to stand, but her knees were weak. Her body trembled violently. Giselle hugged herself, hoping for warmth, but instead it only grew colder.

Leon had just turned off his bedroom light when his...