The Leftover Woman’s Prince Charming

Yes, that's right. I'm a leftover woman born in the eighties.

Not the kind of leftover woman in romance novels who is capable, well-off, and arrogantly self-important.

I'm the kind who's been on a thousand blind dates without success.

First, I don't have a pretty face. It's covered in pimples, and I don't have a great figure either: I weigh over 130 pounds but am only 150 centimeters tall. I'm the kind of leftover woman who gets a double chin when she looks down.

Second, I don't have an advanced degree. I barely graduated from high school, and I have no special abilities.

But I still have a dream: someday, my very own Prince Charming will appear...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.