A raspy voice, characteristic of years, sounded in Chen Mengtian's ears.,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.,The middle-aged woman, also known as Chen Da'niang, slapped Chen Mengtian across the face.。