What caught the eye was a row of beams, very old-fashioned. There were no ceilings, just exposed beams blackened by smoke and ash. On top, you could still clearly see webs of various sizes.,Holding the woman's hand, he suddenly tightened his grip, feeling the realness of her touch. The faint scent of flowers from her body wafted into his nose, and Zhou Yang's expression became agitated, his body trembling slightly!,She always knew that this man was a swan from the sky, the prince charming in fairytales.。