High Guang paid no attention to these treasures—his only focus was Chen Yuting. "If there's someone who can use these treasures to cure Yuting's poison, I'll agree to anything!" His voice echoed throughout the vast Louvre. No one responded—of course, no one did. High Guang was actually deeply despairing. At that very moment, Chen Yuting was only one step away from death. High Guang didn't notice that, above his head, hung the world's most renowned painting, *La Gioconda*. Upon hearing High Guang's heartfelt and pleading voice, the Mona Lisa in the painting suddenly smiled—a smile that didn't merely rest within the canvas but radiated with life, as if the painting itself had come to life. "For exactly 508 years! I've waited for exactly 508 years!" The fluent French of the Mona Lisa flowed into the room. High Guang turned sharply around, only to find a beautiful woman standing before him. Was this the Mona Lisa he now saw? High Guang was astonished. At this moment, Mona Lisa wore a magnificent gown typical of French noblewomen from ancient times, and with a deep, heartfelt smile directed at Gao Guang who was holding up Chen Yuting, she said, "How fortunate this lady is to have a man so deeply in love with her!" Gao Guang felt that the smile Mona Lisa offered was exceptionally alluring—mysterious, just as it appeared in Leonardo da Vinci's painting—the "mysterious smile." Research has shown that Mona Lisa's smile contains 83% joy, 9% displeasure, 6% fear, and 2% anger. Yet, Gao Guang particularly appreciated the joyful element in her smile. Indeed, this beautiful woman radiates joy, eagerly awaiting her beloved man's return, her lips always gently curved with confidence and happiness. Mona Lisa then turned to Gao Guang and said, "Sir, would you allow me to gently touch this lady's forehead? Wow—her lips are pale! Quite serious!" Gao Guang reiterated once again, "If anyone can revive her!" "Can I do anything for her?" Mona Lisa smiled without answering, simply touching Chen Yuting's forehead. To her surprise, the dark gray hue on Chen Yuting's forehead was gradually fading. Gao Huang looked at Mona Lisa with deep gratitude. Mona Lisa smiled and said, "You're welcome! I've only done my little part—just enough to clear her forehead and restore her consciousness. But the virus in her body hasn't disappeared yet!" Indeed, Chen Yuting had regained consciousness, though not as fortunate as Gao Huang. When she looked up, she saw only a large oil painting above her—Mona Lisa's Smile. Despite the pain from her illness, she was thrilled and exclaimed, "Husband! Husband! That's the crown jewel of the Louvre!" Gao Huang looked up to see that Mona Lisa had already returned to the painting, smiling at him. "Mona Lisa! I love you! Thank you so much! Wishing you all the happiness in the world!" Gao Huang made a kissing gesture and opened his heart, expressing his deep gratitude and love. Chen Yuting was surprised, as she saw the Mona Lisa in the painting weeping—tears of happiness. Wow, what a strange sight! This world-famous painting, renowned for centuries, now seemed to have the Mona Lisa actually shedding tears. After stepping away from the grand painting, Gao Liang gently carried Chen Yuting’s delicate form to a renowned statue. At once, Chen Yuting exclaimed, “Wow! Husband! The Venus de’ Medici statue! The real Venus de’ Medici!” Gao Liang admired the goddess statue, half-nude with perfect curves, exuding the essence of divine beauty. As the god of love, Gao Liang noticed Venus smiling warmly at him. His luminous eyes revealed that Venus was not merely a cold statue, but a living goddess—the very embodiment of love, who had captivated men across Europe and the world for centuries. Yet, our Gao Liang, gazing at this goddess, at this half-nude statue, showed not a single moment of awkwardness or bashfulness. This surprised Chen Yuting, because she knew that, among the several wives of Gao Qiang, her physical beauty might not be particularly outstanding. Yet Gao Qiang didn't judge people solely on appearance—he admired her inner beauty. Now, Gao Qiang merely admired the goddess, but his gaze toward her was deeply affectionate. Chen Yuting wasn't aware of this. Gao Qiang was engaging in a heartfelt conversation with the goddess before him, using words and gestures. "Venus, the goddess admired by ten thousand people! It's truly a pleasant coincidence that I've met you today!" Gao Qiang smiled politely at the goddess. The goddess brushed her flowing hair and asked, "I can oversee all matters of love, marriage, and fertility for men and women worldwide. What would you like me to do for you?" Gao Qiang chuckled and replied, "My goddess of love and beauty, I don't ask for anything in return. All I wish for is that the beautiful women around me may find healing and recovery." Venus smiled warmly, watching how high-light was so devoted to his love, and gently tested him: "As soon as you arrived, I knew you were deeply in love with someone. How about this experiment? Here's an arrow. Hold it. Have one of your beautiful women come to me. From 500 meters away, shoot the arrow at her—remember, you must close your eyes. Whoever you hit will be your true love." High-light nodded in agreement. With a black cloth draped over his head, he stood 500 meters away, holding the arrow given by Venus. At the signal, the arrow shot swiftly toward Chen Yuting and Venus. Indeed, Venus, as a goddess, possessed divine magic—she simply extended her hand and said, "Come now!" And the arrow responded instantly, flying straight toward her. The arrow of love missed Chen Yuting entirely. Chen Yuting didn't press for it—after all, before the goddess of love, she felt more like a mere clown. If high-light had chosen the god of love and beauty, it might have been better. As Chen Yuting thought this, the goddess Venus suddenly cried out, "Impossible! Impossible! I am the deity who governs love throughout the universe. I wish the arrow I have set to fly to a certain person, and it will surely reach that person. It is destined to land upon me, high-light—then you and I are truly the most matched pair!" Chen Yuting saw that the arrow was indeed aimed directly at the goddess's chest, yet strangely, it seemed to be waning—stalling just three centimeters from her heart. Venus tried to use her strength to push the arrow into her chest, hoping to make herself and high-light the beloved couple of all. Yet no matter how hard she strained, the arrow remained motionless. Standing 500 meters away, high-light, though his eyes were veiled in black cloth, did not see anything blind. His heart burned with a radiant, holy flame, illuminating the path ahead—precisely the arrow he held in the power of his strong inner spirit. "The arrow of Cupid! The arrow of the god of light, the arrow of love! Shot toward the woman I cherish!" A deep cry issued from Hao Liang's mouth.