His skin was pale and flawless, his features sharp with a hint of coldness. His dark, deep eyes glinted with indifference.,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.,He wanted to point at them, and at the same time let go of the hand he had been holding onto his son's arm.。