Qin Tian was only human, not made of steel and iron, so facing the chilly night wind and the icy snow, wearing but a thin black T-shirt, to say he wasn't cold would be a lie.
Moreover, he was sitting in the direct path of the wind, and even if he curled up into a ball, he was still cold, cold enough to have a runny nose.
But he didn't speak, enduring it in silence.
After all, he had a strong body, a little sickness was nothing, but if Meng Yao found out, she would feel terribly guilty.
However, it was just during these thoughts that Qin Tian suddenly felt a slight breeze inside the cave, and then, an arm stretched towards him.
Meng Yao reached out her arm to Qin Tian, saying, "Qin Tian, don't sit there, it's too cold, you won't be able to bear it."
