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I didn’t want to watch Love in the Cloud. That’s the truth. The hype around it annoyed me more than it intrigued me. When people talk too much about a drama, when it’s praised everywhere, I already know what’s going to happen — I’ll expect too much, and the experience will feel disappointing, like I was set up to feel something that never comes. So I went in guarded. Almost defensive.
I had no expectations. Less than that, actually. I had doubt.

I’d never watched anything from the male lead before. He didn’t strike me as the kind of actor I usually fall for — not sharp, not overwhelmingly handsome, not that obvious “male lead energy” that grabs you immediately. The female lead is an actress I like, but not one I obsess over. She’s familiar, comforting, but not someone I’d click on a drama for. So I pressed play with a very flat mindset. We’ve got nothing else to watch. Let’s just see.
I didn’t expect to care.
And that’s what made it dangerous.
There was no moment where I thought, Okay, now I’m hooked. It just happened quietly. One scene felt nice. One interaction felt soft. One look lingered a little longer than it needed to. And suddenly I was paying attention — not to the plot, not to where the story was going, but to how they existed together in a scene.
Ji Bozai didn’t win me over with grand gestures or dramatic declarations. He won me over because he couldn’t hide how much he loved Ming Yi. He didn’t even try well enough. It was in his eyes first — they change when he looks at her. They soften. They sparkle. Even the way his eyebrows move shifts, like his face forgets how to stay neutral when she’s around. That kind of acting doesn’t feel performed. It feels instinctive.
And Ming Yi… the way she reacts to his love broke something in me. She doesn’t respond with confidence or boldness. She trembles. She goes quiet. She looks like she’s trying to hold herself together when he’s being gentle with her. It’s messy and nervous and unguarded, and it made everything feel painfully intimate. I could feel my heart reacting before my brain did. Smiling at the screen. Feeling embarrassed for smiling. Feeling like I shouldn’t be watching something so private.
The romance doesn’t scream. It doesn’t chase you. It waits for you to lean in. It feels old-fashioned in the most aching way — like restrained love, like Victorian-era longing where everything is felt but barely touched. It’s devotion expressed through restraint. And somehow, that made it louder than any dramatic confession

At some point, I stopped sleeping properly.
I knew it was late. I knew I should stop. I told myself one more episode and then said it again. And again. By 3am, then 4am, my body was exhausted but my heart refused to disengage. I couldn’t leave them mid-emotion. Closing the episode felt wrong, like abandoning something fragile. I needed to know they’d be okay before I could be.

I didn’t stay awake because of suspense. I stayed awake because I was emotionally attached.
The last time a drama did this to me was When I Fly Towards You. I didn’t start that one with excitement either. I had to push myself through the beginning. And then it quietly became one of the few dramas I rewatch — not because of plot or leads, but because of how it made me feel. Love in the Cloud landed in that same place. Unexpected. Unplanned. Deep.

What scares me a little is that I still can’t fully explain why I love it. It wasn’t logic. It wasn’t hype. It wasn’t even intention. It was feeling — raw, sneaky, unannounced. The kind that bypasses expectations and settles directly into your chest.
And those are always the hardest to let go.

My Heart-Skipping Scenes in Love in the Cloud :

1.The Wedding Stone Scene😍

2.Golden Millet Dream and Scallion pancake😱🤌

3.Making her Acknowledging who is Ming Xian🫠

4.Pool Scene😙😘🤪

5.“Say My Name” Scene🫣🤫🥰