Round glare confined in darkness on a clear night. Clouds shielding, moon promulgates a gentler illumine across the vast, where a clear heart guards below.
I was so stressed over this angsty fluffy thing last night I lost some sleep over it. I streamed it live while conferencing, as I have done shamefully many times when drama addiction hit, holding in sobz, the balls I have, or very good at pulling my sinuses flaring up card, really. I have enjoyed 16/18 worthy episodes emotionally ridiculously much till this, stakes are so high because I have already put it on my fav list. It will break me more than what Prince was wrung through, if this suddenly is subpar, and my par is a hair less of flawlessness for MDBC, it has been sating my greed SO GOOD.
Prince rather spends his time obsessing over dissertations of Great Learning, his sleepless nights, inspirations on self reflecting philosophy and governance, rest and introspection for inner peace, hence the Way will reveal to a calm, cultivated mind. Succinct words, orderly phrases in meticulous logical progression, he is holding so dear this episode.
Through lies that seems like the Truth…and truths taken as lies, I have shoujofluff stock characters essayed in the grayscale harsher normal light…and shadows in this episode, down from the pedestal, of a novel angle quite remote from the moon and clouds, but down closer to earth.
This hits me, again, in a very sweet spot as I am crying my own foggy, misty river how love is painted by missing the one, so completely, so terribly, so tenderly, so beautifully, in quiet, plain rhymes.
13, 14, these two episodes make me cry sooooo good it is to me what I could visual watching cutest puppies masterfully peeling onions layer by layer most beautifully, evoking lucid, languid, flourishing poetry. I will remember, 1314, 一生一世 life on earth. Forever.
They got married.
This is shaping up to be my best written…drama of 2016.
The breathtaking meticulous focus to cohesiveness, I could not find a flaw and trust me I desperately want to because I could not love this more. The story is flowing, yes predictably, but along with it sensibly, steadily, purposefully it is comforting and satisfying when we have forgotten the anticipation, that sweetness of sitting back and enjoying the finesse of a story unfolding at all the right beats so understandable, thus maddeningly relatable. It does not even stray a hair of earnest control falling into pitfalls of sensationalized dramatics, which even as brilliant a writer as WriterNoh is in my mind, did not escape, however inconsequential in her latest back to form Dear My Friends. Every seemingly trivial scene, any character building block, are versing, conversing and contributing in some greater poetry in composition we may not be aware till its poignant exposition, but never a scene too soon wasting any line, nor a drop less of impact. I have no use for pleasant surprise, twists and turns when they are in the way of rhyme and reason. Rhyming to this level of beautiful precision, with this passionate attention to every detail thinkable (and much appreciated) but more often beyond my imagination, keeping up this uncalled for quality for every character, every scene, and now 12 episodes and counting…for a genre unnecessary delivering a hit…I had never kissed any cutest thing turning into such perfect prince.
To think this could outshine itself with a lift of a hand.
To think I was still sure I am watching some weightless sweet puff of cotton candy cute.
Cloud nine it is. Here I am. I am not worthy.
Breaks me we lost Kimi Qiao, Be in a better place. Rest in peace.