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  In a shop lit soft with charm, she spins the wheels of fortune—Each pull a mystery, but her ughter makes it all feel known.She won the five-star prize that day—my heart, my soul, my home.

  Three lucky sevens lined up clear: her smile, her grace, her light.Each grin she gives, each joy she finds, becomes the world’s delight.If I’m a gacha roll, love, I’ll give you the prize every time.

  No mere toy inside this box—each wish brings something warmer still:A gaze that knows my every scar, a voice that calms, a will to heal.No reroll needed—Yong’s the pull that makes my whole world real.

  She taps the screen with gentle hands; fate sways beneath her fingers.One summon cast, the stars align—how lucky that my heart lingers.“Limited-time love,” they warned—but ours, it never disappears.

  Like a royal flush of hearts, her touch brings joy I can't contain.She pys the game with ughing eyes; I fold my pride, and she reigns.She drew my name with every card—I’d lose just to love again.

  A full house—queens and diamonds—but none more rare than her grace.She doesn't gamble for mere gold; she yearns for soul and embrace.She calls, I raise; she stays, I bloom—my lucky charm in all ways.

  Each draw could bring the world to life, but none compare to her smile.When Yong’s beside me, even pain turns sweet and worth the trial.If life’s a game of odds and ends, she makes the losing worthwhile.

  I asked the stars to grant her dreams—they answered with her ughter.Not a pull I earned or bought, but fate's soft hand that chased after.She spends no coin to win my love—it’s hers, now and forever.

  She kissed me once, the banner dropped: “New Eternal Bond Begins.”No reruns here, no rerolls left—I’m hers, through all loss and wins.If love had patch notes, hers would read: Guaranteed kiss when he grins.

  The RNG of life is cruel, but Yong rewrote my story.From background noise to front-page news, she gave this tale its glory.Now each day’s spin brings gifts anew, just sharing breath and morning.

  "You're my lucky 21," I say, her cheeks a shade of rose.Not bckjack, but the perfect score where every heartbeat shows.She smiles and nods—"Then don’t you fold." My heart bets all it knows.