Hello, everyone. I'm twenty-two this year and single.
In my time, people could marry and have children in their teens (though I think that's unsafe).
When I was little, my mother wanted to arrange a marriage for me, but the other party saw my face and refused.
By the time I was old enough to marry and have children, I looked pretty good, and matchmakers were lining the streets. I finally found someone pure and unpretentious, but before I could even propose, some loser whisked her away.
I was heartbroken and broke my leg while making offerings to my ancestors. I've been single ever since, while all my friends are surrounded by children and grandchildren.
I did the math. In your words, that makes me
22 years single from birth.
That's right, only 22 years. I didn't write this book in the human world. I was invited to write it as an underworld civil servant.
When I was twenty-two, that loser had me put to death.
Theme: Don't date too young
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