The light in this world always reflects off the glass curtain walls of those skyscrapers first, making it very dazzling. We call it "the circle", a flashy place built by lenses, traffic, contracts and countless pairs of eyes. Here, love, hate, and resentment are all plated with a layer of gold, making them look particularly dramatic and cheap. People chase the names on trending searches and shed tears for carefully edited passages of "fairy love," but few ask what kind of lice and scars are hidden in the shadows that cannot be illuminated by light.
The circle has its own set of operating rules, which are unwritten, but more suffocating than a contract written in black and white. The most core one is "resource replacement". Beauty, youth, connections, and even a relationship that can be hyped are all chips with a clear price tag here. Many people come in with dreams, but eventually find that they have become part of the bargaining chip, being passed on, valued, and traded between countless hands. As a result, sincerity has become the rarest luxury, and the word "love", after countless abuses and misinterpretations, has gradually derived some extremely twisted variants - such as imprisonment in the name of protection, and mental strangulation under the pretext of affection. People are used to seeing perfection on stage and in front of the camera, and are used to consuming packaged "sadomasochism" stories, but they refuse to admit that the roots of some relationships have long rotted in the dark soil, growing paranoid vines that tightly entangle two people until they are suffocated.
