Lin Qingze had dragged Gu Yuheng into the cold wind for an entire evening, and, gloriously, Yuheng caught a cold.
Lin Qingze was often in and out of deep mountains, so his body was long accustomed to such weather, and this bit of cold wind didn't affect him in the slightest.
Even though he knew he was the culprit behind Gu Yuheng's cold, Lin Qingze felt no guilt whatsoever.
The next day, when Lin Qingze saw Gu Yuheng all wrapped up tightly, he even went so far as to scornfully mock him, "You didn't believe me when I said you're getting old, but what kind of young person has such poor constitution like you."
Tsk, tsk, tsk, knocked out by just a whiff of cold wind, you're really quite weak.
Gu Yuheng: "…I remember we are the same age."
If he was getting old, then Lin Qingze was not exempt from the title of an old man himself.
