That is so not true! What value do sweet words and polite bearing have when the actions say otherwise?!? What…
first of all he is not her dad or teacher to lecture in her everything. she doesn’t need anyone to do somehting for her, if someone does she is not obliged to servitude a thank is enough. she is capable enough to make her own decisions on her own account even if they are wrong it gives her room to grow. ML perspects of world is different than FL, yes in a relationship we make room for eachother this is not an issue but ML is nit a reason of her happiness and she is not a reason of his happiness, so valuing your ownself should remain above. like I said somedays ago in ky previous comment that no amount of love or other relationship can hold if there is not kindness and consideration and respect.
there was another series where ML (miles) treated FL very bad, then he became a lap dog in front of her, and she just wouldn't bug, no matter how much he begs for forgiveness before eventually giving in but he had to taste the bitterness of his own medicine...I hope here as well, she continue with her little revenge before accepting his apology as "all can do" shit-head ML is enough and they need to learn their manners.
never sleep on this series…this has one of the best written back story…it was so perfectly matched to what was happening in present that present storyline fell and felt like two different dircetor made it. But my god the acting of barcode and what they did to him, it was so maturally evil that one cant tell apart if that was all planned usually in Thai seties everything feels mediocre…most of the time if not all, and this backstory was different, they were all evil and paid for it…
these fucking CEOs and their dogshit personalities and then they claim they did that for the better of Fl…well fuck you and your weak macho personalities…idk but Miles is forever stuck in ceo roles.
the fact that JBR worn his own infamous wardrobe no wonder his suits were oustanding, the oversized fit suits, shirts, jeans were spot on and his fav Channel brand and jacket…could be seen easily. He is just different than many actors, even his face structure and everything and he chooses his projects carefully.
The problem I have with the ML isn’t even primarily that he is a walking red flag. I dislike him on a more fundamental level: as the person he is right now, he is not fit to build a healthy relationship with anyone unless he is willing to change. And change is not some punishment imposed on him by love; change is necessary for survival. A person who refuses to grow eventually becomes trapped inside the very personality that once protected him.
That is what I find so interesting about him. He has survived by turning his shortcomings into bravado. He knows, somewhere underneath all that pride, that he is not necessarily the most capable, qualified, or secure person in the room. So he compensates. He speaks louder, challenges people first, acts shamelessly confident and performs superiority until other people begin to believe it, or at least hesitate to question it. There is a kind of talent in that. His audacity itself has become one of his abilities.
But when you live inside a performance long enough, it stops being something you do and becomes the environment you cannot escape.
Whatever environment you keep yourself in, you gradually become comfortable with it. And comfort is not always peace. Sometimes it simply means you have adjusted so completely to something unhealthy that you can no longer recognize how far it is from reality. That is where I think he is now. He has spent so long protecting his pride, competing, winning, and maintaining the image of being untouchable that he no longer knows how to exist without that image.
And being Number One is not necessarily happiness. Sometimes being Number One simply means you are the most exhausted person in the room, standing somewhere nobody else can reach you. You spend so much energy protecting your position that eventually there is no room left for intimacy, honesty, failure, or even rest. What looks like success from the outside can become a very private kind of misery.
This is also why his relationship with the FL interests me. She appears more vulnerable than him, but I increasingly think she is emotionally stronger. She allows herself to feel humiliation, disappointment, insecurity and pain. She can be wounded without immediately needing to prove that she is above the person who wounded her. He cannot. His vulnerability has to be converted into pride, aggression, competition, indifference, or control before anyone gets a chance to see it.
She exposes her wounds; he disguises his.
And that creates the contradiction between them. He may appear to have more power, more confidence and more control, but she possesses something he lacks: the ability to confront an uncomfortable reality about herself without completely collapsing. Her vulnerability leaves room for growth. His pride leaves almost none.
That is why, for me, the real question of their relationship is not simply whether she should forgive him or whether he “deserves” her. It is whether he can learn to stop performing long enough to actually meet her as an equal. Love cannot work if one person is constantly defending an imaginary throne. He has to become comfortable with not winning, not knowing, not being admired, and sometimes simply being wrong.
Because perhaps the greatest weakness in him is not that he fails. It is that he is terrified of being seen failing.
And perhaps the FL’s greatest strength is not that she never breaks. It is that she can let someone see that she has broken and still find the courage to put herself back together.
guys I want to know why this cp is nowhere to be seen…Aston does live and we seem him here and there…. but chokun , where he is¿ is he taking a break or what?
Pob has suffered more than Thin. Whether people agree with that or not is another matter entirely.
Thin is emotionally weak by nature, and if that is how his character is written, I can understand it. His sheltered upbringing, his fear, his hesitation, even his inability to immediately understand Pob's perspective, all of that makes sense within the character.
But what I cannot understand is the overall vibe / attempt to somehow justify Pob's enslavement.
No one wants to be a slave. There is no amount of kindness, comfort, protection, affection, food, money, or privilege that can explain away depriving another human being of their freedom. Pob has the right to live freely, to pursue his own dreams, to make his own mistakes, to fail, to succeed, or simply to live the most ordinary, mundane life imaginable. Those choices belong to him.
It doesn't matter whether a servant is treated well or badly. The moment that person says, I want to be free*, freedom is their right. No one owns another human being. Status, wealth, title, lineage, none of these things make one person's freedom more valuable than another's. Of course, people are unequal in wealth, opportunity, ability, circumstances and countless other ways. But in their fundamental worth as human beings, they are equal.
Thin may technically be under Pob's care, but sometimes it feels as though his blue blood has blinded him just as much as his constant tears have clouded his judgment. Yes, he acknowledges that Pob's views are right. And no, I don't expect Thin to automatically understand Pob or the lives of ordinary people. Thin himself admits that he barely knows the world outside his own. But he is educated. He is intelligent. He has sensitivity. Had he genuinely tried to look beyond the world he was born into, he could have understood Pob much sooner and much more deeply.
That is why watching Pob being blamed for their tragedy is mind-boggling to me.
Pob did not create the system that placed them on opposite sides of an enormous divide. He fought to have one, and he succeeded in doing so, even if that system is flawed and offers no excellent results.
He did not choose to be born without Thin's privilege. He did not choose servitude. Wanting freedom is not betrayal. Wanting dignity is not ingratitude. Wanting ownership of your own life is not selfishness.
And Pob's mother, God, her mentality makes the whole thing even more tragic. Her understanding of gratitude has been distorted to the point where thanking someone for helping you apparently means surrendering your life to them. Gratitude should never require servitude.
A debt of kindness is not a transfer of ownership.
Perhaps that is one of the saddest things about this story: oppression becomes most powerful when the oppressed have lived with it for so long that they begin to mistake it for duty, loyalty, gratitude, or even love.
Thin's pain is real. His tears are real. His love is real too. But so is Pob's suffering, and Pob is fighting for something even more fundamental than love: the right to belong to himself.
And I will never understand how he became the one people decided to blame.
Thin has done very little to understand Pob and had any real conversation with him about his FREEDOM, INDEPENDENCE, WILL, CHOICE and live as equal as HIM and that frustrates me the most.
NO LOVE CAN HOLD IF MUTUAL RESPECT AND STATUS IS NOT THERE. PERIOD.
Artistically, this was something extraordinary. The production, the sets, the costumes, the locations, the air, the flowers, the mountains, the forests, the bamboo groves, the ghost flower, and then Qinglan, Qingtian, Xu Chang… everything seemed to carry the touch of its creator. Nothing felt merely placed before the camera; it felt imagined, loved, and breathed into existence. Somehow, what came from the heart of its creator reached us without losing that feeling along the way. At least, it reached me.
For three months, we witnessed something increasingly rare: a work that seemed to listen to its own heart. It allowed emotion to lead, beauty to linger, silence to speak, and feelings to unfold without constantly asking whether they were convenient, conventional, or commercially safe.
And at its heart was something devastatingly simple, a man who loved another man so deeply, so passionately, and with such unwavering devotion that everything he did only made that love more eternal. A love that did not need to announce its greatness, because every sacrifice, every glance, every silence, every act of faithfulness had already said enough.
Perhaps that is what made this different for me. It did not feel like a product engineered to manufacture emotion. It felt like an artist's expression, something created because there was a feeling that needed to exist somewhere outside the person who felt it. And when art is made that way, something inexplicable happens: what belonged to the artist begins to belong to us too.
The lush imagery, breathtaking cinematography, exquisite production design, the freedom given to the actors, the unshackled performances, and that incomparable chemistry… it was a joy simply to watch this world breathe.
I don't know when I will experience something quite like this again.
And strangely, I don't think I want to watch it again. Some things are too precious in the form in which you first experienced them. I want to leave this exactly where it is in my memory—untouched. I don't want another viewing to alter a single feeling, impression, ache, or moment of wonder that these three months gave me.
So I will remember it as I saw it the first time: beautiful, imperfect, intimate, free—and alive.
Farewell, Xu Changyan and Feng Qinglan.
May you remain forever where the most beautiful stories eventually go - not on a screen, but somewhere in the heart of the person who once believed in you.
Apart from chemistry, I didn't like anything, but my expectations stopped way earlier so I was happy what followed. Its a wattapad story, so I treated it as such!
sorry but dropped, I am too old for the same concept with average everything...I feel like ABH trying too hard to get no 1 position, nothing in wrong that, but it is too obvious not to notice.
it not I don't like it, it just this type of plots tires me now. they are too predictable, and simple copy paste wuth 1-2 twist doen differently but the samething. I hope she bounce back with a bangger project, I would consume Camilla love blooms type series any time.
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I have no room for people with bad tongue, no matter how good they are with actions.
Actions means nothing, actions looses their meaning, if your tongue and behaviour is outright bad!
That is what I find so interesting about him. He has survived by turning his shortcomings into bravado. He knows, somewhere underneath all that pride, that he is not necessarily the most capable, qualified, or secure person in the room. So he compensates. He speaks louder, challenges people first, acts shamelessly confident and performs superiority until other people begin to believe it, or at least hesitate to question it. There is a kind of talent in that. His audacity itself has become one of his abilities.
But when you live inside a performance long enough, it stops being something you do and becomes the environment you cannot escape.
Whatever environment you keep yourself in, you gradually become comfortable with it. And comfort is not always peace. Sometimes it simply means you have adjusted so completely to something unhealthy that you can no longer recognize how far it is from reality. That is where I think he is now. He has spent so long protecting his pride, competing, winning, and maintaining the image of being untouchable that he no longer knows how to exist without that image.
And being Number One is not necessarily happiness. Sometimes being Number One simply means you are the most exhausted person in the room, standing somewhere nobody else can reach you. You spend so much energy protecting your position that eventually there is no room left for intimacy, honesty, failure, or even rest. What looks like success from the outside can become a very private kind of misery.
This is also why his relationship with the FL interests me. She appears more vulnerable than him, but I increasingly think she is emotionally stronger. She allows herself to feel humiliation, disappointment, insecurity and pain. She can be wounded without immediately needing to prove that she is above the person who wounded her. He cannot. His vulnerability has to be converted into pride, aggression, competition, indifference, or control before anyone gets a chance to see it.
She exposes her wounds; he disguises his.
And that creates the contradiction between them. He may appear to have more power, more confidence and more control, but she possesses something he lacks: the ability to confront an uncomfortable reality about herself without completely collapsing. Her vulnerability leaves room for growth. His pride leaves almost none.
That is why, for me, the real question of their relationship is not simply whether she should forgive him or whether he “deserves” her. It is whether he can learn to stop performing long enough to actually meet her as an equal. Love cannot work if one person is constantly defending an imaginary throne. He has to become comfortable with not winning, not knowing, not being admired, and sometimes simply being wrong.
Because perhaps the greatest weakness in him is not that he fails. It is that he is terrified of being seen failing.
And perhaps the FL’s greatest strength is not that she never breaks. It is that she can let someone see that she has broken and still find the courage to put herself back together.
Thin is emotionally weak by nature, and if that is how his character is written, I can understand it. His sheltered upbringing, his fear, his hesitation, even his inability to immediately understand Pob's perspective, all of that makes sense within the character.
But what I cannot understand is the overall vibe / attempt to somehow justify Pob's enslavement.
No one wants to be a slave. There is no amount of kindness, comfort, protection, affection, food, money, or privilege that can explain away depriving another human being of their freedom. Pob has the right to live freely, to pursue his own dreams, to make his own mistakes, to fail, to succeed, or simply to live the most ordinary, mundane life imaginable. Those choices belong to him.
It doesn't matter whether a servant is treated well or badly. The moment that person says, I want to be free*, freedom is their right. No one owns another human being. Status, wealth, title, lineage, none of these things make one person's freedom more valuable than another's. Of course, people are unequal in wealth, opportunity, ability, circumstances and countless other ways. But in their fundamental worth as human beings, they are equal.
Thin may technically be under Pob's care, but sometimes it feels as though his blue blood has blinded him just as much as his constant tears have clouded his judgment. Yes, he acknowledges that Pob's views are right. And no, I don't expect Thin to automatically understand Pob or the lives of ordinary people. Thin himself admits that he barely knows the world outside his own. But he is educated. He is intelligent. He has sensitivity. Had he genuinely tried to look beyond the world he was born into, he could have understood Pob much sooner and much more deeply.
That is why watching Pob being blamed for their tragedy is mind-boggling to me.
Pob did not create the system that placed them on opposite sides of an enormous divide. He fought to have one, and he succeeded in doing so, even if that system is flawed and offers no excellent results.
He did not choose to be born without Thin's privilege. He did not choose servitude. Wanting freedom is not betrayal. Wanting dignity is not ingratitude. Wanting ownership of your own life is not selfishness.
And Pob's mother, God, her mentality makes the whole thing even more tragic. Her understanding of gratitude has been distorted to the point where thanking someone for helping you apparently means surrendering your life to them. Gratitude should never require servitude.
A debt of kindness is not a transfer of ownership.
Perhaps that is one of the saddest things about this story: oppression becomes most powerful when the oppressed have lived with it for so long that they begin to mistake it for duty, loyalty, gratitude, or even love.
Thin's pain is real. His tears are real. His love is real too. But so is Pob's suffering, and Pob is fighting for something even more fundamental than love: the right to belong to himself.
And I will never understand how he became the one people decided to blame.
Thin has done very little to understand Pob and had any real conversation with him about his FREEDOM, INDEPENDENCE, WILL, CHOICE and live as equal as HIM and that frustrates me the most.
NO LOVE CAN HOLD IF MUTUAL RESPECT AND STATUS IS NOT THERE. PERIOD.
Artistically, this was something extraordinary. The production, the sets, the costumes, the locations, the air, the flowers, the mountains, the forests, the bamboo groves, the ghost flower, and then Qinglan, Qingtian, Xu Chang… everything seemed to carry the touch of its creator. Nothing felt merely placed before the camera; it felt imagined, loved, and breathed into existence. Somehow, what came from the heart of its creator reached us without losing that feeling along the way. At least, it reached me.
For three months, we witnessed something increasingly rare: a work that seemed to listen to its own heart. It allowed emotion to lead, beauty to linger, silence to speak, and feelings to unfold without constantly asking whether they were convenient, conventional, or commercially safe.
And at its heart was something devastatingly simple, a man who loved another man so deeply, so passionately, and with such unwavering devotion that everything he did only made that love more eternal. A love that did not need to announce its greatness, because every sacrifice, every glance, every silence, every act of faithfulness had already said enough.
Perhaps that is what made this different for me. It did not feel like a product engineered to manufacture emotion. It felt like an artist's expression, something created because there was a feeling that needed to exist somewhere outside the person who felt it. And when art is made that way, something inexplicable happens: what belonged to the artist begins to belong to us too.
The lush imagery, breathtaking cinematography, exquisite production design, the freedom given to the actors, the unshackled performances, and that incomparable chemistry… it was a joy simply to watch this world breathe.
I don't know when I will experience something quite like this again.
And strangely, I don't think I want to watch it again. Some things are too precious in the form in which you first experienced them. I want to leave this exactly where it is in my memory—untouched. I don't want another viewing to alter a single feeling, impression, ache, or moment of wonder that these three months gave me.
So I will remember it as I saw it the first time: beautiful, imperfect, intimate, free—and alive.
Farewell, Xu Changyan and Feng Qinglan.
May you remain forever where the most beautiful stories eventually go - not on a screen, but somewhere in the heart of the person who once believed in you.
this series is filled with so many understated gestures and non verbal communication that sometimes beauty that holds altogether starts shaking!