Don't call me a singing god, I just want to go back to doing scientific research.

After sending the message, he turned and shouted towards the kitchen, "Ling Luo! Come out quickly! 'Destiny' is about to air!"

Ling Luo came out dressed in comfortable loungewear, carrying a plate of cut fruit.

"What's the rush? There's still an hour left."

"We still need to prepare in advance!" Gu Yang patted the seat next to him. "Sit down and watch with me."

He turned on the TV and tuned it to Jiangsu-Zhejiang TV, where a comedy variety show was playing.

"Ling Luo, when is the other one coming out?" Gu Yang picked up a piece of apple, took a bite, and asked indistinctly.

Ling Luo wrote two songs: one was the theme song for "Destiny" and the other was the theme song for "Twin Bells".

Now that destiny has been revealed, there's still no sign of when Twin Bells will air.

"It'll probably take at least another month or two," Ling Luo thought to herself.

"That long?"

"Yes, Twin Bells is a fantasy film, which is more difficult to produce, so it's normal that it takes longer to make."

Gu Yang nodded, "That's true."

  

As he agreed, Gu Yang ate an apple while browsing online news, and the TV, which hadn't been used for years, was playing Jiangsu and Zhejiang TV.

8 PM, prime time.

The familiar TV show ended, and the opening credits of "Destiny" appeared right on time.

The scene unfolds in an antique style, with the title "Destiny" appearing in an ink-wash style.

Gu Yang immediately sat up straight, staring expectantly at the screen.

However, the opening theme song that played was a traditional Chinese style song.

It sounds nice, but...

"Huh?" Gu Yang was stunned. "Not 'The Sound of Falling Snow'?"

He turned to look at Ling Luo.

Ling Luo glanced at him, picked up a strawberry, and fed it to his mouth: "End credits song."

"Oh..." Gu Yang suddenly realized.

"Why didn't you say so sooner?" he muttered, having made him wait in vain.

"You didn't ask either," Ling Luo replied matter-of-factly.

Gu Yang: "..."

Fine.

He turned back and focused on watching the show.

It has to be said that the pacing of "Destiny" is very fast, with an explosive amount of information in the first episode.

The female lead, Shen Zhiyi, is an innocent and carefree noblewoman from a military family, while the male lead, Xiao Che, is a reserved and cunning prince.

The two first met in a snowy plum grove, fell in love at first sight, and secretly pledged their lives to each other.

The scene is so beautiful, it's like a painting.

But then, the situation changed drastically.

In the imperial court, the Shen family was falsely accused of treason, plummeting from their former glory to the brink of ruin overnight. The one who testified against the Shen family was none other than Xiao Che, who had just been appointed Crown Prince.

Shen Zhiyi was demoted to a palace maid and banished to the Cold Palace.

Former lovers have become enemies in the blink of an eye.

The plot is both sweet and heart-wrenching, full of twists and turns, making it impossible to put down.

Gu Yang originally just wanted to wait for a song, but before he knew it, he was completely immersed in it.

One moment he's all smiles like an auntie over the sweet interactions between the male and female leads, the next he's furious at the female lead's misfortunes.

"That Xiao Che is such a scoundrel!"

"Poor Zhiyi..."

"There must be some misunderstanding! The male lead must have his reasons!"

He was talking to himself in front of the TV, his emotions completely dictated by the plot.

Ling Luo watched him quietly from the side, occasionally feeding him a piece of fruit.

The forty-minute episode flew by.

The first episode ends with a freeze-frame of the female lead, Shen Zhiyi, kneeling in the snow, looking up at the male lead standing under the eaves, the light in her eyes slowly fading.

Acknowledgments appeared on the screen.

Gu Yang was still immersed in sadness, feeling a tightness in his chest.

Just then, a clean piano melody fell softly like snowflakes.

Gu Yang instantly held his breath and sat up straight.

On the television screen, an overhead shot swept across the snow-covered palace, its glazed tiles and red walls completely blanketed in snow, leaving only black and white in the sky.

The camera finally focuses on a plaque—Suiyuxuan.

Inside the hall, the male protagonist, Xiao Che, dressed in black casual clothes, sat alone by the window, his back to him looking utterly lonely.

The strings slowly unfolded.

Feng Yuxi's clear and melodious singing voice rang out.

"Gently, it landed in my palm."

Silently, it freezes in the palm of your hand.

... "

Xiao Che pushed open the window, and snowflakes fell into his palm. He subconsciously clenched his fist, and snow water dripped from between his fingers.

The scene shifts to a snowy night three years ago, when he was still a prince and she was still a noblewoman, laughing and playing in a plum grove. He stuffs snow into her neck, and she turns around and scolds him playfully, her face beaming with joy.

The warm-toned sweet memories stand in stark contrast to the cold-toned, lonely reality of the present moment.

I'll listen slowly.

The sound of snow falling,

Close your eyes and imagine it won't stop.

... "

As the chorus begins, the strings suddenly intensify, and the emotions build layer by layer.

Xiao Che closed his eyes, his eyelashes covered with snowflakes, like a thin layer of frost.

In the flashback scene, the female lead, Shen Zhiyi, receives the poisoned wine. Her fingertips tremble as she touches the silver hairpin he gave her. She looks at the two characters "Chezhi" on the hairpin and suddenly smiles.

Tears mingled with snowflakes as they fell into her wine glass, which she tilted back and drank in one gulp.

You can't get close.

It's definitely not that I'm too heartless.

I was just captivated by the beautiful scenery outside the window.

... "

The lyrics, like a judgment, perfectly describe the distance between the two.

During the interlude, the guzheng sounds like shattered jade falling to the ground, and the bamboo flute's ethereal and mournful sound brings the tragic feeling of the ancient style to its extreme.

In the scene, Xiao Che rushes towards the Cold Palace like a madman and pushes open the dusty door.

Inside the hall, on the wall hangs the "Winter Plum Blossom" painting embroidered by the female protagonist years ago, with a line of small characters next to it: "May I find a single-hearted person, and stay together until our hair turns white." The characters have been blurred by rainwater.

In Feng Yuxi's singing, a sobbing tone emerged, filled with endless melancholy and sorrow.

"The senior has been making progress."

Ling Luo said something, only to be retorted by Gu Yang: "Don't disturb me while I'm watching TV."

I savor it slowly.

The sound of snow falling,

It felt like you were whispering "Qingqing" to me...

Sitting in the cold palace, Xiao Che seemed to hear the female lead calling him "Che Lang" in his ear.

He turned around abruptly, only to find an empty hall and snowflakes falling from the roof.

Gu Yang felt a burning sensation in his eye sockets.

He was really abused.

This song, these visuals, this story... it's absolutely heartbreaking!

"Who will compensate for this lifetime of good times?"

As the song fades into the distance, the strings and piano gradually disappear, but the sound of snowflakes falling softly remains.

The camera slowly zooms out, revealing the doors of the Cold Palace being blown shut by the wind and snow, completely isolating the inside from the outside.

A line of small text appeared on the screen.

Our connection in this life is shallow; there will be no ties in the next.

Then, the screen went completely black, and all sound stopped abruptly.

"Waaah..." He sniffled, tears streaming down his face, his voice trembling with sobs, "It's...it's so heartbreaking..."

Ling Luo handed her a tissue.

"It's just a TV series." He said that, but put his arm around Gu Yang's shoulder and let him lean against him.

"What do you mean 'just'!" Gu Yang took the tissue and wiped his face haphazardly. "This kind of tragic ending aesthetic, who can resist it?!"