As he spoke, the old man's voice grew softer and softer until finally, he closed his eyes.,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.。