Preface
I don't know what's going on in this world. In the corners of the city, there are a group of women like this scattered everywhere. They are either pretty, beautiful, or cute, and they shine with the envy of others, but they have a common trouble. They have all passed the best season of love. , But they are still dreaming about their cardamom years, hoping that a prince riding a white horse will rescue them from the castle where their hearts are imprisoned, and tell them "I love you, and you will be the princess of my life." I call them leftover girls, and I am an undistinguished one among them.
