Tang Zong felt as if his head was about to explode. He was also dizzy. The things in front of him seemed to be overlapping shadows. Most importantly, his nose was blocked, and he seemed to be having some symptoms of a cold.
he bent down to pick up the t-shirt on the ground and put it on, but even such a simple action was a little difficult to do at the moment.
tang zong sat on the ground and waited for a while before he felt better. he grabbed his t-shirt and touched it. it was only then that he realized that his t-shirt was still damp.
But now, he couldn't care so much. He just put it on randomly, regardless of whether it was positive or negative, front or back. In short, he put it on first.
Tang Zong propped himself up and walked to the window. He pulled the curtains open with force, and the blinding light instantly gushed in. It was so piercing that Tang Zong immediately closed his eyes, followed by the rolling heat waves outside.
