As soon as Daidongna stepped onto the stage, everyone's attention shifted from the drawing to the beauty in front of them. It was clear that everyone admired beauty—how could they not, given Daidongna's stunning appearance! Gao Liang was equally struck by her grace: today, Daidongna wore a flowing white gown, her posture light and elegant, like a celestial goddess from the fairy pavilion, breathtaking. What truly stood out was her refined features—her bright eyes and white teeth, and her golden hair cascading down like a waterfall, reaching her chest. The hair was soft, neat, smooth, and carried a delicate fragrance. Gao Liang particularly loved the scent of Daidongna's hair—it was a secret he cherished, one he never dared to share directly with her. At this moment, Daidongna, under the intense gaze of the audience, felt shy, clearly having heard the murmurs and conversations below. She didn't want to remain so fixed in the spotlight for too long, so she gently trembled, and the pointer began to move. Where did it point? The crowd erupted in cheers: "She's won! A beautiful woman has won!" The enthusiastic cheers startled Gao Liang. He looked over and saw: Oh! Our Daitongna has won! The pointer just landed on a prize—an MP5. Daitongna beamed with joy, rushing straight down from the stage with the prize. It was clear she was thrilled today. She felt her luck was truly outstanding. "Come up and try it out!" Daitongna looked at Gao Liang with eager eyes. "I don’t want to!" Gao Liang’s reply surprised Daitongna. "Why not? Are you not feeling up to it today?" Daitongna widened her beautiful almond eyes. Gao Liang shook his head, silent. "Speak up! I can see you have something on your mind," Daitongna observed. Gao Liang couldn’t let Daitongna read his thoughts—so he quickly turned around, brightening from gloomy to cheerful, and said, "Daitongna! What could possibly be on my mind? Just give me a reason to draw, and I’ll be right there!" Dai Mengna was still thrilled, her excitement clearly visible on her face, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. She kept her gaze fixed on the lucky big wheel that had brought her such a delightful surprise, hesitating to speak. High light, such a clever man, couldn’t have missed the depth of her thoughts—so he said, “Which prize do you really value? I’ll make sure your husband secures it for you!” “Really? I’d like….” Dai Mengna stared intently at the grand prize section of the wheel, full of anticipation. “Is it the romantic two-person trip to the Aegean Sea?” High light followed her gaze and immediately guessed correctly. “Ah, you really know me!” Dai Mengna felt a genuine sense of delight that High light had so clearly understood her. “If I win, how will you thank me?” Unexpectedly, High light directly asked what he expected in return. “I… I…,” Dai Mengna didn’t know quite how to thank him, and found herself at a loss for words. “Well then! "I'm just being casual—if we actually draw it, I'll give it to you!" Seeing the lovely Daimona right before her, Gao Huang didn't really press her, knowing that today was all about bringing Daimona joy, with no other purpose in mind. "But really, can we draw it?" Daimona knew how difficult it was to land on one's favorite prize, so she was a bit skeptical. "I'm not sure either. I've never drawn anything before—just like you. Let's see who has better luck today!" Gao Huang's calm demeanor gave Daimona a great sense of reassurance. "Hi-hi!" Daimona smiled. "Hehe!" Gao Huang smiled too. The drawing began! Gao Huang stepped up to the stage under everyone's attentive gaze. "Wow! He's so handsome! The prince has arrived!" A beautiful girl in the crowd gasped. "Just now she was a beauty—now he's a handsome man! Is this a drawing or a talent show?" "Wow! Wow! What great luck today—on the Seventh Day of the Seventh Festival! Both beautiful women and charming men are all here!" "Didn't come empty-handed! Today's drawing is actually a live performance!" "The couple looks perfectly matched—I wonder which one of them has better luck?" "If both of them are lucky, then I think fate is truly bringing them together!" "This is going to be a real show—I’ve brought a chair to sit and watch!"... The conversations surged one after another. Holding her elegant MP5, Daimona felt her excitement turning into a touch of bashfulness. Indeed—how lucky today! It was the Seventh Day of the Seventh Festival, a significant day for couples in China—the Chinese Valentine’s Day—and here, in Redwood City, California, the atmosphere was so vibrant and romantic. This truly feels like fate—bringing me and my husband together. Though he is my husband, I still often feel as though we’re in the midst of a romance. Although the chances were small, such small chances precisely showed that good fortune had indeed come their way. It was as if they had just drawn tickets—why hadn't many others drawn a truly exciting prize? That could only mean others weren't as lucky. Yet here, by chance, I had drawn a prize that excited me—my MP5. This clearly meant my luck was outstanding today. Now, I'll check on my husband's luck. As this thought came to mind, Daimeng lifted her head and watched intently the stage spotlight with focused attention. Daimeng also noticed the hopeful gaze Daimeng had directed at her, sensing its weight. Though she was currently performing well and the notebook computer no longer held the same allure it once did, for Daimeng—so beautiful and endearing—the appeal was no less than the intense longing one feels when hungering for a delicious beef and bone stew. As a husband, it was his duty to make his wife happy and fulfill her expectations. But could he actually win this biggest prize? Hualiang hesitated a moment, then found peace—as long as he gave his best, he wouldn’t regret it. Many things in life can’t be forced, but one must always try their best. With this thought in mind, he felt more at ease, focusing steadily on being his very best, ultimately overcoming every obstacle. Today’s drawing wasn’t really difficult—just by being mindful and confidently holding on to himself, he could succeed. Hualiang smiled gently at the lucky big wheel, and naturally, his hand gave it a gentle turn, and the pointer began to spin smoothly. I believe: I can! I’m capable! Watching the pointer move steadily, one step at a time, with a soft ticking sound, everyone’s hearts were held in suspense. All were waiting to see: could this handsome man really win? How lucky would he be? The pointer slowed down gradually, inching toward a halt, yet it remained uncertain which sector—what prize—would ultimately come to rest; only the outcome would reveal that. Highlight, full of confidence, felt an infinite surge of energy coursing through his body, as though emanating from deep within himself. Oh! His heart seemed to beat—this was not surprising, but what mattered was that the rhythm of the heartbeat now matched the slowing rhythm of the pointer: slow, slow, slow. As the pointer drew near to stopping, Highlight murmured these words to himself. Miraculously, the pointer responded as if obedient, further slowing down. Since this was the sector housing several major prizes, the good news was that it was approaching a big win. Stop! Highlight’s confident voice rang out, and as it did, everyone else sharpened their focus, eyes wide open, on the pointer. Oh, what a miracle! It stopped exactly when called—precisely, powerfully, with conviction. Daina was utterly stunned. The destined one has truly arrived—she can't help but feel as though she's dreaming. Truly, truly, the pointer of the "Happy Moments Wheel" is so graceful that it seems to respond to High-light's heartbeat. Oh! High-light, your performance today has been outstanding! So favored by heaven, you've not only drawn the romantic two-person getaway to the Aegean Sea, but you've drawn me, and I've drawn you too. On the Seventh Day of the Seventh Month, such a romantic love legend unfolds—more romantic than even the film *Romance in the House*! This is heaven's grace, a romantic love story arriving just on this special day! Though we are, in fact, married, this remains my love story. High-light, you are my destined one—this is fate. Yet, I wonder if you feel the same as I do—do you love me, this simple, romantic girl, especially one who cherishes romance? Daina is still thinking, as High-light walks down the stage, holding a beautifully designed notebook, amid the cheers and applause of everyone.