A woman's youth is too short. In the blink of an eye, I became a leftover woman.
I haven't had much trouble myself yet. Those married women who are matchmakers as a side job are doing tricks every day to help me find a blind date. They meet old classmates while shopping, meet colleagues by chance when eating, and even see some of their relatives at the station when taking a bus. TV dramas are not so coincidental.
Strange, if I don't have a boyfriend or step into that grave, will it hinder the development of sex, or will it lower the price by a few percentage points? How can I say that I don't contribute to society? At least I pay taxes honestly.
Are leftover women wrong?
Maybe, everyone who can't start a new relationship has an impossible person in their heart.