“Miss, marry me before you become the last orange left in the basket!” Fang Muchen held a bunch of bright red roses, his eyes clear and earnest.
“Sorry, Doctor. You came too late. I don’t love you anymore!” I took the flowers and strode away. What a waste to throw them out!
“Leftover men and women are made for each other. We’ve been in love for ten years... Hey... Wait for me...”
After ten years of unrequited love, just as all hope had faded, she was once again faced with the choice to love or be loved. Can the tender, fragile romance of her youth, once etched into her heart, rekindle that first love? Follow a single woman’s journey in search of love!
