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winryofresembool · 5 years

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Love Can Melt the Ice, chapter 20

A/N: 20 chapters?? I can’t believe this. A big thank you of course belongs to you, who have supported my journey :’) (Esp. @criis55 whose commentary actually helped me to write the dialogue in this one.) I’m sorry this is a short one, but I just /really/ wanted to get something out. Because I cut this so short, that also means there are a couple of more chapters to come... I just can’t contain myself, can I? Anyway, please enjoy and don’t forget to review!! I really hope someone’s still around to read this.

Summary: Just some fluff before the party :’)

Previous chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5.5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 pt 1, pt 2, 16, 17, 18, 19

Next chapter: [x]

Companion pieces (note: these are all post Olympics happenings so reading the main fic first is recommended): 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Words: 1450+ (but it’s all Edwin!)

Genre: flooof

Winry knocked on Ed’s door again about 15 minutes after leaving the room. Now she was wearing an azure blue, knee length, v-neck dress that matched her eyes, and equally blue ballerinas. Her hair was down (Winry explained the bun had felt really uncomfortable) but curled, and her smile wider than Ed had seen during the entire time they had spent together. When Ed opened the door for her, she spun around a few times like she had earlier on the ice, caught the hem of her dress and curtsied to him playfully.

“So? What do you think?” she asked curiously and spread her arms wider, so he could get a better look at the dress. “This is suitable for tonight, right?”

Ed couldn’t speak for a couple of moments. “Y-yeah! Of course! It looks… it looks great!”

“Aw, thank you. You know, you don’t look bad yourself.” Winry smirked and tugged at his ponytail playfully. “This matches the medal I’ll get, by the way.”

“Oh? Good thing I didn’t dye it silver then. Once my teammates almost made me do it.”

“Oh, poor you… Well, shall we go? The others are probably waiting already.”

Since Ed was using his crutches, they couldn’t walk hand in hand, but Winry hooked her arm with his. As they made their way to the cab stop, she realized: soon everyone would know about their new relationship status. She got slightly nervous about how Ed would feel about her figure skating friends’ reactions. Or… simply making it public. Once it was out in the air, there would be no going back. But he had said he would do anything he wasn’t sure about so she reasoned that she shouldn’t have anything to worry about.

“You’re suddenly being quiet,” Ed noted suddenly. “Is everything OK?”

“Of course it is! It’s just… this all is almost too good to be true. Am I… am I really the Olympic champion? Are we… are we really dating now?”

“Why would you even ask that?” Ed growled. “Your performance was awesome! And if you need more convincing on that other matter… I made my decision and I won’t change it easily. I’d be lying if I claimed that one part of me still isn’t screaming of horror when I think about myself dating… but some things are worth it.”

Winry had to blink a couple of times so she wouldn’t start crying right then and there. “You know, you are actually much sweeter than you give yourself credit for… Thank you. I guess… I’m just not used to feeling this happy… Don’t get me wrong, I am grateful for everything I have, which is probably more than I’ve let you to understand, but… ever since my parents died, I’ve felt… like I am missing something. But that feeling has been slowly fading lately.”

“That’s good to hear.”

“Can you guess if there are any specific reasons for that?” Winry took his face between her hands, so he would have to look directly at her.

“How would I know? I can’t read your thoughts,” Ed asked, pretending to be oblivious even though he had gotten the hint.

“Idiot,” Winry sighed and rolled her eyes. “It’s you, of course.”

“Oh.” For a while Ed didn’t know what else to say, until: “Can I ask you one question?”

“Sure?”

“Why do you like me?” He was blushing again, hoping that one day he’d manage to speak to her normally without looking like a dork. “If I’m honest, I don’t really understand it.”

“If you don’t understand it, then I’m afraid I can’t help you.” Winry pouted at him like the question had offended her. “Relax,” she added finally, smiling at him softly. “There are a lot of reasons. In the beginning, I guess I was simply curious because you were my childhood friend, so I wanted to see how time has treated you. We had fun talking with each other and I felt comfortable with you when we spent time together. Admittedly…” Her hand briefly stroked the sleeve of Ed’s coat under which the automail was. “I was also fascinated by your automail when I heard about it.”

“You really are an automail geek…” Ed sighed and started hopping towards the cab stop again.

“Hey, automail geek and proud!” Winry exclaimed. “Anyway, I was only getting to my point. For some reason, I felt you were a person who would never hurt me. That is, until you ran away from our meeting without explaining what was wrong.”

“I’m still sorr…”

“It’s OK, we’ve been over it. I know you had your reasons. So, afterwards I talked with Riza and heard about how you had without hesitation gotten between your brother and that Envy, giving you that injury. Then I heard from Rosé you had woken her up and saved her career. And THEN,” she raised her voice when Ed looked like he was about to protest, her eyebrow shooting up as well, “After your tournament had ended in the worst possible way, I heard about your home situation and about the poor little girl, and I finally understood.”

“Understood what?” Ed asked, not seeing where Winry was going with her story.

“That you are one of the bravest people I’ve ever met.” She stopped in front of him, giving him that fierce, stubborn look that he had learned to admire. “Sure, you can be hotheaded sometimes, and I don’t like how you try to keep things to yourself, but I like you despite that. Your first instinct is to protect the people around you, even if it ends up hurting you. I understand now that you were only pushing me away to protect me. But I have some news for you: I don’t need you to do that for me. I can take care of myself just fine. What I want from you is simply you.”

Her demeanor softened as she continued: “I want to spend more time with you, and learn to know more about what you are under that icy, edgy hockey player cover…” (Ed snorted a bit at her description) “… and I want to…”

“Yeah?”

She poked his nose. “I’ll tell you the rest after you tell me why you like me. Equivalent exchange, isn’t that what our relationship is about?”

Ed got flustered. “Wha...”

“Yes?” She looked at him expectantly.

“Eh… I’m super bad at describing something like that, and you probably know it, but I guess I have to try.” He took a deep breath, and continued: “You… You’re damn strong. Much stronger than you probably realize. You know how I’ve dealt with the issues of my life, which isn’t exactly the healthiest way, but your way of coping is so different. Much more admirable.”

He had a brief thinking break, looking at anywhere but her, but she set her hand back on his cheek, looking at him with determination, and Ed finally found the words.

“You have always pushed yourself to be the best you can be in the thing you do. Proof? You’re an Olympic champion. You also want to become a great automail mechanic. You are open to new things and determined to learn. Besides, challenge is always a good thing in my opinion, and you have proven to be very good at challenging me. Maybe at some point we’ll be at each other’s throats, but I couldn’t be with someone who doesn’t have her own will.”

A short break again.

“… But you also have a different side. A s-sweet and soft. That part of you that organized me a birthday party and was there for me when I was having a hard time. Your support has… it has been a bigger help to me than you probably understand. Al would… Al would probably say that you have managed to melt my ice barrier. I… I think he’s right.”

“Good answer,” Winry lowered her voice, inching closer to him. “I suppose I could reveal what I was going to tell you earlier, but I’d prefer a physical demonstration.”

“Ok. This time I can take a hint,” Ed said and freed one of his hands from its crutch before sneaking it around her waste and pulling her for an open-mouthed kiss. She teased his tongue with hers while one of her hands searched for the back of his neck, and one freed his hair from its ponytail.

“Sorry…” she whispered when they pulled away to get some air. “I just wanted to test what it felt like.”

“’S OK…”

He kissed her again, this kiss being more charged than the previous ones. Had they not been outside in the cold, they might have continued much longer, but soon they remembered where they were, and waved a cab to take them to the party.

#edwin #edward elric #winry rockbell #fullmetal alchemist #my fics #ice skating au #lcmti

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geldris · 6 years

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Happy Birthday @bertazsleepyhead ! Your friendship has been so dear to me these past few months. You are so genuinely kind, endlessly talented, and you are much sweeter than I deserve! I have such trust in you and enjoy annoying you every day! I can’t wait until we possibly meet and get European beer together, but until then, I’ve FINALLY completed something escalin! I hope it brings you a percentage of the happiness you’ve brought me by being my friend!

“Science, Magic, and Something More”

an Escalin fanfiction

”Do you have a purpose for collecting these?” Gowther ponders; his voice is monotonous and bland as always, but Merlin can swear his tone changes just a tinge with curiosity. Curiosity was the only ‘emotion’ he experiences, if it could even be called an emotion. Perhaps that’s what made them so similar.

She smirked, her lip twitching as she kept her hand steady, the thin needle she held weaving into the fabric below. “A purpose for collecting,” she peaks at what he’s referring to: an entire shelf of eyes in different shades and sizes, “eyes? Well, it could be said that most of my collections are superfluous. But I think research for the sake of research is reason enough, don’t you agree?”

His lips purse slightly as he seems to consider this. Merlin wonders if he was considering it, wonders what those churns in his head really processed. She’d love to dive in with a few tools, but even she wouldn’t dare; her companions received a restraint from her inquisitiveness that she held for no others. All she can do is attempt to keep him emotionally stable: one day, perhaps, love and heart will return to him. But not yet.

“Merlin,” his voice cuts through her thoughts, but her hands never stop. Rarely does she get distracted from her work. She hums in acknowledgment, keeping her eyes down.

“Do you think,” he poses thoughtfully, “we will ever be a full seven again?”

Her fingers slow and then pause, her eyes widening only a fraction before returning to their passive state. Yes, six of the sins they were now, and in relative peace. But that left one out there still. She kept distracted from thinking of him: for all she knew, he could be dead. But she doubted it. Though no science nor magic she’d encountered through her plentiful years had proven such a feeling so, she still suspected she’d know if something were to happen to Escanor.

“Perhaps,” she settles on, and then gets back to work. A steady hand, a needle through fabric, a magic pulsing through her veins. Work is easy. Thoughtless, sometimes. “Maybe even sooner than we suspect.”

A tilted head of pink locks eyes her curiously, “what makes you think so?”

“A feeling.”

“That’s all?”

“Sometimes, that’s all there is,” she rises from her work again, approaching the doll. She gives him a motherly grin, with just the usual hint of mischief. “Sometimes feelings are even more accurate than science or magic.”

“I’ll note that.” Gowther says, and Merlin knows he’s being quite literal. Emotions are but a study to him. If she was being honest with herself, they were foreign to her.

In the evening he heads off into the dusk and into the city. Merlin is left in her lab, surrounded by books and collections, and finds rest on her folded arms as she fades into sleep. The back of her eyelids are a shade of orange-brown she hasn’t seen in a decade. Her heart yearns for an emotion she has forgotten the name of years before: much like Gowther, she just can’t quite understand it.

— —

In the perils of war, he returns. She’d heard that he had, but had been away from the tournament, the fighting, for just a while. Now she was back. And he was back. At long last, they were seven again.

It’s four hours into the afternoon, and he is descending forms. Still, the sun is high. He is shining golden armor and steel muscle. Tall and buff but not unusually so. Confident, but with just a crack. She notes this all in bullet points in her head. Her favorite area of study: endlessly changing, unable to be understood.

He is covered in the blood of an enemy, stained in it.

“It doesn’t suit you,” she says. They’ve hardly shared multiple lines of dialogue, little introduction, only a few lines of reunion.

“What’s that?” He questions, shocked. His confidence wavers.

“Blood,” her nose wrinkles, “you’re too gentle for such a thing.”

He laughs, loud and hearty, “Merlin! We’ve long battled together. You’ve seen me like this before.”

She hums. She has. “Yes, but it’s not your preference.”

“No,” he wavers, a shake in the boisterous pride. “And honestly,” he confesses, a soft voice from a large man, “it brings me no pleasure to be at war.”

That made two of them.

“You need a bath,” she states blankly. “I have one at my lab. Come.” And she walks away before he flushes, knowing he’ll follow. She’s knows he’ll follow. It’s a reliable constant.

It’s not a long walk to her residence. It’s a silent few minutes, except for the clank of his blood stained armor.

Her residence is as always, a clutter of oddities and magic. Immediately, she turns, her hands out and demanding. “I’ll give your armor some upgrades in the meanwhile. Go wash.”

He is still blustery and embarrassed, much like his night self. He seems to defy his day and night norms when around her. She notes this all.. for science, of course.

He washes in the bathroom, and she lays his armor out on a table, fiddling and tinkering. She’d needed to custom make this set for him, so it didn’t explode or suffocate him whenever his body changed so rapidly.

She works, and he’s in a fresh set of clothes observing her books. The afternoon wears on, his muscles slowly become smaller. They are nearly the same in height. She pays this no mind: his ability is an enigma, but there is no form in which she is unsure of his company.

He’s looking through her shelves of books and she’s just come to realize she’s stopped moving, observing him.

“You don’t carry much outside of technical books,” he ponders out loud.

“Is that surprising?”

“Not exactly.”

She waits for him to go on, but he doesn’t. Nonetheless, her hands do not go back to work. It takes a minute of flipping through shelves with a careful eye. “I prefer, as you know, fantasy. Poetry, the more emotional pieces. But knowledge, well… you are of course so brilliant to have all this information stored away. Books like these are of much more use.”

“All those books and yet there’s still much even I don’t know.”

“Oh? I doubt that!” Escanor smiles. It’s partially in jest, and mostly in comforting reassurance. He always seeks to reassure her.

But why her? She knows she’s beautiful. And yet he sees beyond. Regardless of her mystery, her walls, her mischievous nature. This man, this genuinely good man, has found so much affection for her. All the books in the world and it doesn’t make sense.

What does she feel? No. She never entertains such thoughts about her emotions. She drops the question before she begins to answer it.

She stands from her seat, walking over to the shelves beside him. She pretends to glance at them thoughtfully, truly seeing nothing.

“I wish I knew what went on in your head,” he chuckles, low and soft, a huff of warm air against her cheek. “I can see the gears churning. What are you thinking?”

Her automatic response tells her to say no. Secretive, to the point. But she promised more. “If you must know—“

“And I must!”

Her lips twitch, “I was thinking about how complicated you are. I’ve mastered science and magic, and yet, around you I feel something. And no study could explain the feeling.”

He pauses, swallowing. She respects how quickly he recovers, humming. “Is that good or bad?”

“Neither. Wonderful, in a way. Frustrating to the mind that wants an explanation for all.” She turns away again, takes a seat on her chaise, leaning back against the cushions.

He sits by her feet. Still tall, at this hour. Slimming, but not at the end of the day. The dusk light still shines through the window. His hand reaches out, and she holds her breath. His fingers gently touch her hair, tucks dark strands behind her ear. There’s a tremble that could be either of them, or both.

“Poems,” he begins, “try to use words to convey the feelings that we cannot explain to ourselves.”

She hums, at peace. “And you write these poems about me.”

“Yes,”

“Are they about love?” She questions to the air, an inner thought the slips from her tongue.

He hesitates, pausing mid breath, and she realizes what she’s asked him to confess. Something they both know, and yet dared not say. Her eyes widen as she goes to pull the question back from the tense air.

“They’re all about love,” he confesses, but there is a confidence in his voice. More confident than she’s ever heard him, at this dusky hour. What a curious man, an endless enigma. Her wide eyes take him in.

“Read another to me,” a gentle command.

So he does. A poem about the colors of berries, an ode to her.

“A mystery you are,” he finishes, “the greatest sorceress in all Britannia.” And his words come to a close, his gaze on her as he waits for response.

“Perhaps we are both enigmas,” is all she states, though her tone is nearly sad. Here he is writing odes to her beauty, and here she sat knowing nothing of the heart.

Moments pass in silence. “There are feelings I don’t believe I can convey,” she pauses, “but I cannot write poems.”

“I’m sure you could!” He reassures, “your brilliant, and —“

“No,” she leans up from the lounge so they’re sitting side by side, there legs lightly touch. “You think very dearly of me,” she says, matter of fact.

“Oh, well, I-“

“Why do you think so dearly of me?” Her head tilts, and she wonders if this is how Gowther feels when he is so genuinely confused by others emotions.

His eyes widen, and he needn’t say anything at all for her to know he’s prepared an endless book, a poem that goes on, about all the reasons. The thought makes her feel something in her chest and under her skin, warm, glowing.

“I’m going to try something. It may be foolish but… I want to understand.” She needed to understand.

“I can’t write poems. I’m not good with words, emotions. I think I must,” her voice becomes a whisper as their eyes meet, and she tilts her head naturally “find another way.”

She doesn’t close her eyes when they kiss. She is too startled. She’d kissed before: oh, many times. Her life has spanned too long to not try things for curiosity sake. But it had all been science then.

This was something more. She didn’t know what it was, only that it was overwhelming, and she was a woman who was infrequently overwhelmed. Her eyes softly close. She gives in.

She kisses him, and she expects fire. But it is not flame, or passionate explosions, or even sparks. No, it is just warmth. Warmth and joy and the color of orange swirling beneath her closed eyelids.

After a few seconds of surprised paradise he gasps, and that breaks their lips apart. But she stays close.

“Merlin, I-“

“I feel,” she begins, but she cannot continue on with words she doesn’t know. “I feel.” She simply repeats. A statement.

He nods because regardless of his poems stating she’s an endless enigma, he tends to understand her on a level few others do. “There are somethings we can’t explain,” he repeats, “even brilliant people like you. Science nor magic… all the studies in the world… we cannot be taught. We just have to find it ourselves.”

“Yes,” she agrees.

“I think I’ll call it love.”

#nanatsu no taizai #escanor #escalin #merlin #nnt fanfiction #mine

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just-some-other-reviews · 7 years

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I’m so heartbroken with the cancellation of the season 3. I’ll have to wait for the translation of the novel to have my ending. Ah... I love those who translate Chinese BL novel, they’re doing such a great job...

Like Love is a BL school romantic drama rated 18+. Mai Ding is a typical boy who dreams of suddenly becoming rich by winning the lottery. As he enters in school after staying home for two years, his roommate asks him to find out the orientation of their neighbor, An Zhiyan, for his friends. Mai Ding, when he sees An Zhiyan, decides he’ll become his friend, desperately trying to get close to the cold boy, and, as time passes, their relation deepens to the point that Mai Ding develops feelings for Zhiyan.

I’ll start by a quick warning. Even though a cut version was released, the one I found the more frequently online was the uncut version. And, I mean it really didn’t disturb me, I’m quite used to it and it wasn’t that graphic, but there’s four sex scenes in like the two seasons. It’s not implicit sex scenes, it’s explicit sex scenes, but it’s not BDSM, at the same time. The drama is classed as 18+, but like it’s in free access on YouTube and everything, so even if you’re not eighteen you can find it. I mean, I’ll be honest, I don’t encourage watching movies above your age, but everybody watched movies or dramas when they were young that they shouldn’t watch, me first (and I’m not that young anymore, so basically, I can watch every movie I want now). I watched like 16+ movies when I was like twelve, so yeah, basically it wouldn’t surprise me that underage folks watch Like Love, but I just wanted to specify it because like – I really hate saying that because I find it completely awful – it could hurt the sensibility of some because it’s a gay couple. But, I’ll be, once again, honest with you. If you can watch a 18+ movie with people of opposite sex, I don’t know what’s so perturbing in watching a 18+ drama with people of the same sex. Dammit, it’s the same thing except that in one version you see boobs and pecs, another pecs and pecs and another boobs and boobs. Seriously, there’s nothing disturbing in that.

Since this point was cleared, let’s start the review. For the plot, it’s quite typical, but it’s well-handled, I mean, in comparison to some dramas of the same type with the same plot. The story line isn’t really complex , but it’s enjoyable and there’s a true will to make it stays coherent. BUT, unfortunately, between the two seasons they are a few plot holes due to sudden change of parents for Mai Ding and change of house (yes… Mai Ding obtained a brand new family between the two seasons without any reason). The progression is quite typical, in general, which make it really predictable. Over the whole two seasons, the story is more or less realistic, since it clearly falls into ‘’rich’’ fantasy from which Mai Ding doesn’t even hid himself. I mean, he clearly says more than once than being with Ziyan is like wining at the lotto. Probably because I watched this drama right after Falling in Love With a Rival, I thought the dialogues were quite good. I’m not sure that I’ll think the same thing if I watch it again one time (technically, I already watched it twice, nearly three time because I had to count the sex scenes…). What’s more, the plot is quite well-paced which allows it to not have many lengths. What’s more, one season is quite short (around two hours), so it’s really easily watchable. Even though we could think that because of Ziyan’s a bit controlling personality it would directly fall into a ‘’stereotyped’’ bad boy x innocent individual relationship it doesn’t. The romance is pretty sweet and I’m pretty sure you’ll root for this couple, even though they’re still ‘’stereotyped’’ gay characters because they occupy specific positions and don’t seem to change them. What’s more, the romance takes some time before starting. The meeting is a bit forceful and the crush a bit rushed, but Ziyan doesn’t immediately start to date Mai Ding, which is common for his type of character, but let’s skip that for the moment. The only thing I liked less in their relationship was the questionable first relation. Mai Ding is obviously drunk, but he could have sober up, but can somebody sober up this quickly (Is it apparent that I don’t drink?)? Basically, I’m not so sure there was a consent in the relation, but, at least, it wasn’t portrayed as something forceful… *nervously sweating* Well, I’m a big fan of consenting relationship you know, but like I’m sorry, I’m not sure about that one, BUT all the relations following are fully consenting, so it kind of save the drama. Right? Please don’t bash me. I know Ziyan should have waited for Mai Ding to be sober and, even if he knew Mai Ding had feelings for him, he should have made sure to have his consent, but I can’t change what’s in the drama and I can’t change the fact that, in general, I liked this drama, but that doesn’t excuse anything and I can easily understand if someone comes by and says that they hated this drama because of that. I feel as if I became desensitized to many things due to some Chinese and Thai dramas in which rape is way too present. As I’m talking about sexual relation, I should talk about sexuality. What’s kind of nice in this drama is that it doesn’t take lightly the question of the sexuality of the characters, but presents different point of view on the question, while still maintaining the fact that, no matter what, Mai Ding and Zihan will stay together. Finally, because there’s no third season (I am reading the translated book because of that…), there’s like a short sequel named He’s Next to You. I watched it and, sincerely, this thing seriously mess with your feelings and it doesn’t contribute to the story, so you can just skip it without any problem.

For the characters, they are really cute, but they are also really common. Mai Ding fits the typical female lead mold by being super nice, innocent and naïve, while being really into one boy and giving him his everything. An Ziyan is just the cold boy who does everything he wants, but truly wants to love and be loved. Luckily, Ziyan is a bit more developed than being a controlling dominant. Most characters don’t go through much change, but the details put in their personalities kind of slightly compensate for it, since they have some depth. What’s truly astonishing in the characters is the second female lead, let’s call her that way, that’s basically the sweeter individual in the whole world by supporting the two boys, even though, because of it, she lost her future husband. Her relationship with both Ziyan and Mai Ding is truly comforting considering the fact that most female characters of the drama are just plain awful by being completely forceful and not accepting their relationship. Another refreshing character was Ziyan’s grandfather that, at the complete opposite of most grandfathers in dramas that are considered as having ‘’old mentalities’’, is the one who stick up for Ziyan and who convinces the whole family that they should let Ziyan be in love with who he wants. Finally, the last character that didn’t go against the relationship of the boys and tried to cause trouble because of personal interests was Ling Min, Mai Ding’s roommates who fully supported him when he was after Ziyan and never distanced himself from Mai Ding, even after he learned he was interested in men. At the school, he was probably the most comprehensible character, which truly made him stand out. I could talk for hours about the ‘’evil’’ characters of this drama, but none are worse than the parents. Ziyan’s mother is just desperate, underdeveloped and does pretty dumb thing that make me ask me if she’s rational. Mai Ding’s parents are fine in the first season, but in the second season, there’s some shit going down who makes them really unlikable. In the drama, it isn’t really explained what happens to Mai Ding’s parents and why they change their mind, but if you want more precision, just go seek the novel online, you’ll understand why they suddenly change their mind.

I’ll just touch a quick word about that before concluding. As said, I read the novel. It isn’t fully translated, but, so far, the drama is pretty loyal to it. For those who might be interested in the novel because there’s way more precision on the characters’ state of mind and their justifications, I’ll just warn you. The novel doesn’t have as much implicit sex scenes, but it has pretty graphic scenes and I’m not necessarily talking about sexual relation. There’s a lot of violence in the novel which isn’t included in the drama and Ziyan looks way more like a mobster (no kidding, like he’s truly frightening sometimes) than like a cold-hearted boy. By example, there’s a bullying scene in which Zihyan forces a student to put pens one after the other in the bottom of a kid who bullied Mai Ding. Also, I didn’t talk about it in my review for the plot and everything, but in the novel Ziyan is way meaner (playfully meaner) with Mai Ding than in the drama, even though some scenes such as the ‘’break-up’ because Zihan was marrying’’ were kept. BASICALLY, just be aware that it’s not an always cute novel and often there are scenes that are just over the top and not right at all.

I’ll conclude here. I’m so sorry that this review is long. I had no choice, since I cover both seasons in the same review. At the opposite of many double reviews I did, I’ll give a single note for this drama. The plot would deserve a 8/10. The characters would deserve a 2.5/5. The tearjerker factor would be a 2/5.

#like love #like love uncut version #like love season 2 #like love season 1 #c-drama #cdrama #chinese drama #review #bl drama #kong korn #huang li ge

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