[New story "Polygon", light sci-fi, multi-angle relationships, all female, protagonists include a law firm partner, a legal manager, an investor, etc. Welcome to favorite!] Everyone walks with their own shadow. Chen Ruo'an is a meticulous operator of computers, but she writes all her madness into the early morning, the mountaintop, and the night; Song Ci is a madwoman who forgets herself on stage, but she stumbles and falls into the arms of someone who is seemingly mature for their age. The feelings of nineteen-year-olds are rushed, and when they meet again, a single glance reignites them. When they think it's just a fling, any fantasy is buried deep in the soil. But you stop, you get yourself drunk, you call out to me. Only then do I realize that our possibility has always been with us. Every kind of hedonistic feeling is accompanied by a deep and profound shadow. Another blurb: Falling in love with someone seems to take only a day. One day to shed your own halo and pride, one day to fall into the other's deep pool. What is your domain? In the midst of hedonism, it seems like only you are left in the world. Falling from the stage into cotton, ligaments and knees are injured, but only the pleasure intensifies. Every kind of wine has a label. At nineteen, it seemed like the wine vat in heaven was overturned, and then life was soaked in wine. Women are also wine. What kind of wine am I? What should my label say? You are, the craziest kind of person. Crazy woman. The air in the whole room is sealed off. What was just said is completely forgotten. The contradiction lies in being an absolute elitist; if you can't meet someone who understands you, you simply don't meet anyone. Collisions of all kinds, indistinguishable figures on the street. But the most complete person on stage is consumed by a sense of fragmentation. How strong and lonely must the heart be to accompany a stage with no audience day after day, to repeat, to overlap scars? When you look back, there's no one. It's always been like this, and now I've gotten used to it. But her name rings out. "Why can't you—" The spin stops abruptly. If the other person weren't sobbing, she might still be able to turn around with a smile. "Why can't you, stop and look at me." In the empty auditorium, the faintest figure in the distance. Only then do I realize that when you called me a madman, there was already someone in the world who could understand me. ps: 1. All professional knowledge in this story is purely fictional. The author's proficiency in computer science, medicine, etc. , is not high. Please forgive any loopholes. 2. The story is set around 2030, with same-sex marriage legalized. 3. This story is a companion piece to "Song of Parting" and has some connection to "Water Does Not Reflect the Moon," set in the same city and world. 4. Slightly age-gap with the younger one pursuing, but the older one has turned the tables two or three times.