sea, was drowned and no one came to his rescue.Just as I felt the summons of death, my life fading away bit by bit, a raspy voice at my ear brought me some clarity.The voice was that of puberty, a bi...Let go!

A raspy voice, characteristic of years, sounded in Chen Mengtian's ears.

Hearing a strange voice, he gripped the object in his hand even tighter.

Water! Everything is water.

He fell into the sea, was drowned and no one came to his rescue.

Just as I felt the summons of death, my life fading away bit by bit, a raspy voice at my ear brought me some clarity.

The voice was that of puberty, a bit raspy, but to Chen Mengtian it was pleasing.

His hands seemed to have grasped salvation, supporting him and preventing him from being swallowed by the water.

Gripping tightly to whatever was in his hands, he swayed back and forth, desperately trying to swim to shore.

Actually, Chen Mengtian was lying on the bed, twisting nonstop.

I thought I was surrounded by seawater, desperately trying to free myself from being submerged. The feeling of sinking was overwhelming.

And her hands grasped the arm of the old man sitting by the couch.

The childish face was cold, wearing a washed-out blue shirt.

His skin was pale and flawless, his features sharp with a hint of coldness. His dark, deep eyes glinted with indifference.

As you get closer, you can sense the displeasure emanating from the elder.

Chen Mengtian grabbed the year's arm with all her might, deforming his arm.

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.

His gaze wasn't exactly friendly, but neither was it particularly malicious. He just didn't seem to like it.

A woman in worn hemp clothing stood by and saw that Jiang Zebei's arm had been pinched so badly it was deformed.

Especially looking at his sleeves, there were still traces of it coming out.

Seeing this, he stepped forward and waved his hand at the person lying on the bed.

"Bang..."

The middle-aged woman, also known as Chen Da'niang, slapped Chen Mengtian across the face.

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He never let go of Chen Mengtian's hand from beginning to end.

Ouch, my face hurts!

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.

No longer surrounded by seawater, eyes clouded with mist, he took in the surrounding environment at a glance.

Everything around was very unfamiliar, and I couldn't see the details.

And beside him sat a shadowy figure, who could be seen to be a man.

Standing by the bed, it seemed like there was still someone there.

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.

"You... you saved me"

Having said that, before they could respond, Chen Mengtian felt a sharp pain in her head and closed her eyes again.

The consciousness itself cannot stay awake.

Seeing him faint, Chen Da's aunt on the side let out a sigh of relief.

As soon as I thought of this fiery woman, I knew that if she found out, she would make a huge fuss.

But seeing him leave, there was no joy on his face, instead, a sense of weariness and even worry appeared on his haggard features.

Sitting by the bed, Jiang Zebei gently spoke, "Zebei, I'll stay here and keep watch over Sister Jiang. Since she's awake, nothing will happen. You should go to school and not delay your master's lessons."

Jiang Zebei glanced at his arm, which was pinched and now stained crimson. His blue shirt had become a small patch of gloom.my life fading away bit by bit, a raspy voice at my ear brought me some clarity.The voice was that of puberty, a bit raspy, but to Chen Mengtian it was pleasing.His hands seemed to have grasped salvat...