Hearing this, the girl supporting Elias instinctively started to let go.

  Some people simply possessed an overwhelming presence. It often came from physical size or status differences, yet Giselle Frost had a perfectly proportioned figure and was the same age as the two girls—still a student—but her aura was sharp and intimidating.

  It might have been the expensive, exquisitely tailored shirt she wore, obvious even to those who knew nothing about fashion. Or perhaps it was the cold expression on her strikingly beautiful, mixed-race face. The chill she radiated felt almost tangible, like it could freeze people solid on the spot.

  But at this moment Elias had no strength left to even stand on his own. He moved whenever the girl moved her hands. She considered his physical condition and her own pride as a woman, forcing herself to suppress the impulse to release him.

  How could she be scared off by just one sentence from this girl?

  The two female students looked up at Giselle. One of them, disliking her arrogant attitude, spoke up even though she knew Giselle was the Frost family heiress. "Do you know him?"

  "Yes," Giselle replied ftly, answering instantly without the slightest hesitation.

  The moment those words left her mouth, the momentum the two girls had barely managed to gather completely defted. It was like a rooster ready for battle having its neck grabbed—their fiery resolve extinguished in an instant.

  This also expined why Giselle's tone had been so curt. Since she knew Elias, she naturally had more right to take care of him than two random passersby.

  The two girls exchanged a gnce, looking awkward and embarrassed.

  The one supporting Elias handed him over. "He has a fever…"

  Before she could finish, Giselle reached out and grabbed Elias, forcefully pulling him away from the girl.

  The motion wasn't gentle at all. Elias nearly stumbled as he fell into Giselle's arms, his brows knitting together as he let out a weak, pained sound. "Mmh…"

  [Giselle Frost favorability unlocked. Current: 15%.]

  Elias: !

  If he didn't already know that Giselle's favorability came purely from how much he resembled Lucien Hart and had nothing to do with anything else, he would have definitely moaned a few more times—and made sure they sounded both seductive and feverish.

  Liora, Yvonne—take a good look! This is what generosity looks like. This is what being liberal means!

  Elias nestled contentedly in Giselle's arms, enjoying the show from Miss Frost.

  "Be careful with him!"

  The two girls' expressions changed. Giselle's action didn't look like something someone who actually knew him would do. Even if they were acquainted, they clearly weren't close. But the next second, they watched the ice-cold silver-haired girl slowly raise one arm and gently wrap it around the boy's waist.

  Giselle lifted her head. Her treatment of Elias was so gentle, yet when she looked at the two girls, her eyes still carried that freezing chill, her tone as indifferent as ever. "Is there anything else?"

  Her aura was naturally aloof and arrogant, as if it was simply part of who she was.

  The two girls shook their heads and left, carrying a mix of embarrassment and regret.

  Once the outsiders were gone, Giselle finally lowered her head and looked carefully at the boy in her arms.

  She wasn't the type to meddle in other people's business. Whether the two girls had been trying to take advantage of him or genuinely wanted to help, it had nothing to do with her.

  But she had instinctively gnced over.

  In that one gnce, she seemed to see Lucien Hart—his face flushed red, enchanting like a seductive demon.

  Her footsteps had stopped on their own. She had turned around and walked over.

  Only now, holding Elias in her arms and studying him closely, did Giselle truly realize this wasn't Lucien.

  He couldn't possibly be Lucien. That young man was like a flower blooming on a high mountain. He would never dye his hair this cheap-looking golden color. It would be nothing short of bsphemy against his angelically pure body.

  Even so, Giselle's gaze remained fixed on Elias's face. Not just from that brief glimpse earlier—even now, looking at him carefully from every angle, he looked extremely simir to Lucien.

  Actually, there was one difference: she could never imagine Lucien making this kind of expression. His ears were flushed deep red, as if blood was about to drip from them.

  Like a holy angel who had fallen and transformed into a bewitching spirit.

  As if enchanted, Giselle slowly raised one hand. Her pale fingertips gently touched Elias's cheek, then pulled away as if burned.

  So hot.

  The girl's words echoed in her mind again.

  He has a fever.

  Giselle lowered her eyelids slightly, covering her ocean-blue pupils.

  She hesitated for only a moment. Then, amid another soft whimper from Elias, she scooped him up in a princess carry and started walking toward the university infirmary with her long legs.

  "Wow."

  Elias excimed internally. Giselle was this strong? She didn't seem like a spoiled rich heiress at all.

  In that case…

  Hidden in the shadow where Giselle couldn't see, the corner of Elias's mouth lifted slightly. Let's see just how much tolerance she has for someone who looks like Lucien.

  After walking for a while, Giselle noticed the boy in her arms suddenly becoming restless. The sensation of being carried off the ground seemed to make him uneasy, and his body started squirming weakly.

  But Elias was burning up and too weak—his movements were easy to ignore. More than that, his scorching body temperature made him instinctively seek out anything cool.

  Even normal body temperature felt refreshing to him right now, let alone Giselle, who always carried a low-pressure chill around her like a block of ice, irresistibly drawing him in.

  He slowly raised his burning hands and slid them up toward her neck.

  Giselle's body stiffened from the heat, only to realize that Elias's hands were trying to slip through the colr of her shirt and onto her back.

  Even with how tolerant she was being toward him, Giselle couldn't help but frown. Her voice was cold. "Don't touch randomly."

  Unexpectedly, Elias's expression immediately turned pitiful. His eyes, already hazy from the fever, misted over with a thin yer of tears. Giselle watched helplessly as the boy who looked so much like Lucien shed two clear trails of tears.

  "Ugh…" Elias mumbled incoherently, his voice carrying a sob, broken and soft, but Giselle still understood.

  He felt terrible.

  If you feel bad, just endure it. No one can feel it for you.

  But when Giselle opened her mouth, those words never came out.

  "You…" Giselle looked down at him, a strand of silver hair falling beside her cheek. Her voice was still cold, yet carried the unique coolness of a young woman, like the first snow of winter. "Hold on a little longer. We're almost at the infirmary."

  She fell silent for a moment, then took Elias's hand and pressed his scorching palm against her own cheek, saying softly, "If it's too uncomfortable… you can touch here."