Actually, Chen Mengtian was lying on the bed, twisting nonstop.,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.,But seeing him leave, there was no joy on his face, instead, a sense of weariness and even worry appeared on his haggard features.。