Li Tian's body began to stagger, and he could only hold onto an iron bar beside him as he slowly squatted down.
There was a heart-wrenching pain in his abdomen, but he could barely feel anything.
His nose was sour, mixed with some unknown liquid. The wind was too strong, and he had caught a cold.
It had been many years since Li Tian had caught a cold, but it was the first time he had caught one.
Suddenly, a piece of tissue appeared in front of Li Tian. Li Tian took it and wiped his snot.
"Thank you," he said.
"No need to thank me. Rest for a while, then get up and continue scolding."
A woman's voice was heard, and Li Tian's body suddenly trembled, and all his movements stopped.
A few seconds later, he slowly raised his head and looked to his side.
At that moment, Li Tian suddenly felt as if his world had brightened up.
Then, he grinned and laughed.
"Wife, you're here. Yes, the wind was a little strong just now."