At thirty, Li Yueyue finally understood where she stood in life: an ordinary appearance, an ordinary family, an ordinary job, even an ordinary way of being pressured to get married.
“That's enough already.” “Don't be so picky.” “You'll miss your chance if you let this one go.”
She'd heard those words for ten years, until calluses formed first on her ears and then in her heart. But she was still Li Yueyue: she'd rather grow old alone than settle for even a second.
Her family called her stubborn, her friends called her headstrong. She knew the truth: it wasn't that she didn't want to love, but that she was afraid to.
Then someone came along and made her feel, for the first time, that even a supporting character could have someone willing to leave a light on for her.
