A raspy voice, characteristic of years, sounded in Chen Mengtian's ears.,Gripping tightly to whatever was in his hands, he swayed back and forth, desperately trying to swim to shore.,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.。