S1 is over~
I feel that the last episode is still a bit back, at least I want to see how the next season will develop
Huo A and Huo B have officially exchanged lives. He thought that silly white sweet Huo A finally woke up in the B world and wanted to hold back a big move, but he actually confessed and wanted to go home; the indifferent Huo B was instead for Emily A stay and the years are quiet. World A has what Huo B yearns for - Emily who is not divorced, and world B has a daughter that Huo A never had. The difference is the final choice of the two of them.
Two seemingly powerful characters in the AB world, Aldrich and Pope were killed by Huo AB for no apparent reason... Silly White Sweet Quill took advantage of it, approached the center of power and reached the pinnacle of life (Claire sometimes acted and sometimes The way the truth is revealed...it feels like a ticking time bomb).
Personally, I think the most mysterious character in the whole show, except for the management who didn't even reveal a voice, is Emily. What role did she/they play in the incident before the story started, the occupation of Ai A, who was lying in a hospital bed for a season...Emily AB can make Huo A, B, Ian, and that chess friend, even if the four of them know It's amazing that she's not simply revolving around her, right? [doge]
Finally, back to the question that I didn't understand at the beginning: why should the two worlds of A and B allow frequent personnel exchanges between the two sides, as well as diplomatic acts such as embassies? Wouldn't it be safer to keep formal communications under tight official control? Do you not hesitate to expose yourself in order to spy on each other? In this season, World A is basically in a defensive position. From the fact that Quill can arrange a meeting with Huo AB with a few performance tickets, it can be seen that World A is very lax in this regard.
Attached to the poem that Huo B read to Emily at the end (should it be a poem? (๑• . •๑)):
You, you only, exist. We pass away, till at last, our passing is so immense that you arise: beautiful moment, in all your suddenness, arising in love, or enchanted in the contraction of work. To you I belong, however time may wear me away. From you to you I go commanded. In between the garland is hanging in chance; but if you take it up and up and up: look: all becomes festival!
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