The older we get, the more we fear the New Year, especially for older leftover women like me. After the New Year bell rings, my life enters the third year. Watching my friends one by one walk into the tomb of marriage, oh no, the palace of marriage, I also become anxious. I never thought that I would still be alone at the age of thirty-three. My parents now have lower and lower requirements for my significant other. Generally speaking, they only need to meet two points: male and alive.
Until I met him, I became the public enemy of all women. . . . . .
Motto: It's never too late for true love