Yours Truly is Sick, Love-sick N/A
Summary: I just wanted to have a husband, but who knew that I'm a jinx to my future husband. Alright, no one has the courage to marry me. I could be doomed to a life of solitude. But, dear Imperial Uncle, may I have a discussion with you? Next time you come to my room, could you come in through the door? "No way, we're dating secretly. Climbing through the window makes me feel better."