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short-sighted and wore a pair of thick glasses that

made her look much older than she was. But she

seemed neat and tidy. She was four years older than

me. Before I met her, my relative stressed repeatedly

that she was a very good doctor. Because she had

concentrated her attention on medicine, her

profession, for many years, she had neglected getting

married. That’s why she was so old when she began

to look for her lifelong companion.

However she didn’t give me a good impression. I

always had White Swan in mind. Compared with

White Swan, she was simply an Old Granny. To be

frank, I didn’t like her at all. But she was a doctor. If

I could have her as my wife, I could at least end my

bachelor life. I could be proud of myself; I could

raise my head up high; I could be envied and would

never be looked down upon in my school because I

would have a doctor as my wife. I had to seize the

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