It's the damn system again.
Three months ago, on the night she nodded and agreed to go on a blind date, her phone automatically downloaded this APP. Can't delete it, like a curse. As long as she wants to get married, the system will stop her, saying something about "cultivating independent women" and waiting for "the system to match the right man."
Independent? Big heroine? Fang Luo twitched the corner of his mouth. What independence does a woman like her want? It is the greatest blessing to be able to find a man with good conditions to marry and live a stable life. What does the system know? Does it understand the embarrassment of having relatives talk about "old girls" behind their backs? Does it understand the pressure of its parents sighing?
"System, shut up." Fang Luo whispered to the mirror, more like convincing himself, "I'm twenty-eight, and I don't have time to waste. This time, as long as the conditions are right and the people are similar, I will make the decision."
[Warning: An instrumental view of marriage will lead to the host...]
