While they were lining up, Yang Dong was already thinking: even if they queued, it didn't mean they'd definitely draw a lot, and he was worried Li Chuntao would be disappointed.
He hadn't expected them to be so lucky—turns out the very last slip was actually drawn by them. He couldn't help getting excited. "We're really lucky."
Hearing that, Li Chuntao suddenly felt all wrong.
Just now she'd only been thinking that the hairpin might have something to do with her memories, so she'd come over.
Now she felt she'd been unbelievably stupid. Hairpins were everywhere; if she went to the Silver Pavilion to have a look, wouldn't that be enough? There was no need to join this kind of event and attract attention—especially one where men and women had to pair up.
She had just been about to say forget it, let's not participate, when the host over there called out, "Will the ones who drew lots come over, I'll explain the competition rules."
