And her hands grasped the arm of the old man sitting by the couch.,Chen Mengtian's long eyelashes fluttered, and she forced her blurry eyes open. However, they only opened halfway, allowing her to vaguely make out the surroundings.,Jiang Zebei glanced at his arm, which was pinched and now stained crimson. His blue shirt had become a small patch of gloom.。
