The childish face was cold, wearing a washed-out blue shirt.,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.,A woman in worn hemp clothing stood by and saw that Jiang Zebei's arm had been pinched so badly it was deformed.。