Me and My Rose (2025)

Me and My Rose (2025) is a great romance miniseries with male lead Yu Lon (as Zhou Jing) and female lead Yang Mei Mei (as Shen Ling). The cast did a fantastic job bringing their characters to life and, once again, Yu Lon and Yang Mie Mie captured the audience with another enthralling performance with fantastic chemistry. The plot has action, secrets, a mysterious, steadfast camaraderie, and a beautiful love story. Enjoy it!
For now, this drama can be found on You Tube under the caption: “They say he’s cold and ruthless—but to the girl he took in, he’s all tenderness.” or “Genius criminology girl tamed the cold detective captain! #yangmiemieyulong”

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Plot threads held together with vibes and mascara

I picked this during a casual scroll through the chaotic jungle of microdramas, hunting down a Yu Long title like it was part of a personal mission dossier: watch at least one drama from every actor in the top 20 micro-drama pantheon. A noble effort, maybe. But what this choice exposed—again—is that I am, without shame, a plot-over-people viewer. I’ll drop a drama mid-second kiss even if it stars someone I allegedly stan. Emotional logic beats pretty faces every time. If the story doesn't earn my attention, I bounce.

Yu Long, thankfully, made that bounce a bit slower. He’s one of the few in this condensed drama format who actually knows what he’s doing—or at least convinced me he did. His performance had some weight, some presence, even when the script was flailing. Then enters Yang Mie Mie, and with her, the slow unraveling of whatever goodwill I had left. I wish I could put it gently, but her crying scenes made me laugh out loud. There's just something tonally off about her delivery—like she’s starring in a melodrama no one else signed up for. Watching her act through ten layers of eyeliner while playing a 23-year-old psychology grad who looks 13 with a blush filter? The dissonance was louder than the actual plot.

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And oh, the plot. Another victim of the classic duanju syndrome: trying to cram a 40-episode arc into three hours and change. We got kidnapping (on repeat), vigilante justice, family secrets, trauma bonding, and criminal profiling—all poorly stitched together in a frenzy of "Look! Drama!" The puzzle pieces never clicked. One moment she’s sobbing in a basement, the next she’s a crime-solving prodigy with a degree and zero credibility. The romance? Eek. The pacing? Unhinged. I finished it, forgot it, and promptly purged every other title with this pairing from my list.

Me and My Rose isn’t the worst I’ve seen—it just didn’t deserve to be seen at all

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