In the year 372 of the Xing Yuan, under the gilded dome of the Song Consortium's centenary celebration, the light reflected from the champagne tower was brighter than the Milky Way. Song Wen held the crystal cup and carelessly rubbed the side of the cup with his fingertips. He listened to the compliments coming one after another around him and had a well-placed smile on his lips. He was born extremely well, with clear eyebrows and a hand-made star pattern dress that made him tall and tall. His innate nobility seemed to be integrated into his bones and blood. Even if he was just standing quietly, he was the undisputed focus of the audience.
