It’s befitting to accompany the last recap I’ll be writing for this drama with the ending theme song, sung by Hu Ge: Enjoy!
On a clammy evening, Bao XiRuo trampled the rocky mountain roads by herself. With only a dimly lit lantern, she was both agitated and cold. She was searching for her husband.
She came upon the dark woods and heard a familiar voice lamenting — that myopic old fool whom she stayed fanatically in love with was talking to Mu NianCi.
She held her breath to listen:
Has there been a time when you just want to curl up and die? Oh let Chicken Little freak out at the falling sky; let the treacherous snake tempt Eve, nothing matters because you are the victim of destiny and you deserve the attention AND the right to abuse the attention as you bemoan life’s unfairness while secretly enjoying it. Alright, maybe you haven’t felt that way, but our Yang Kang in his ripen teen-age certainly is.
Angela Zhang – Real
A moment he’s there, then the next, he’s gone…
Valen Hsu’s Love * Pull Up (愛情‧進站)
… like he’s enjoying some sick game of hide-and-seek. Only, she isn’t aware.
One day 18 years ago, I was being chased by a group of Song solders. They pursued me like a cluster of buzzing flies. …
Within Temptation – Somewhere
Mu NianCi jumped onto the palace roof, not knowing where she is, not knowing where her father is. She has one goal in mind — to find the antidote for the taoist.
… I was deeply wounded. Out of desperation, I saw a shabby wooden hut and hid myself among the hays. And then, I was unconscious…
“Last night I saw her. My wife. Standing in our old hut, against the pale moonlight, motionless, untouched by age.”
A song from Guo Jing, the female one:
If women are considered fast-changing creatures, (by men of course;) then Yang Kang must have gotten more fickleness that he needed when he inherited that X chromosome from his mother. Just this morning, he had drawn an invisible line, no, a wall, between his haughty self and Mu NianCi; by dusk, he has written her a letter, urgently inviting her over. Maybe the testosterone of a teenage boy (I know he doesn’t look it, but he is still in his teen years) follows the circadian rhythm of a diurnal.