His eyes, long and narrow like peach blossoms, were slightly narrowed, his gaze as cold as winter, fixated on Chen Mengtian who lay unconscious on the bed, unknowingly clutching at him tightly.,No longer surrounded by seawater, eyes clouded with mist, he took in the surrounding environment at a glance.,He wanted to point at them, and at the same time let go of the hand he had been holding onto his son's arm.。