In the room, one side is a floor-to-ceiling glass door, which leads to the balcony from where you can view the vast lawn and garden scenery of the club. At this moment, Tang Ying is leaning against the railing. She stands there quietly, seemingly immersed in the beautiful garden scenery outside. Tonight, she's dressed in a snow-white trailing silk gown, epitomizing elegance and high-class radiance. Alongside her breathtakingly beautiful face, she is like a beautiful goddess who is untouched by the worldly dust... When the wind lightly blows her dress and tousles her hair, her gestures of brushing it off are gentle and elegant. Zhang Ziwen is nearly intoxicated by her exquisite beauty and outstanding personality. He's awed that such a beautiful and elegant woman, no, goddess, could exist in this world. Only heaven could have such a goddess, he sighed sincerely...