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The Glory — An Extraordinary Journey from Trauma to Triumph

Watching “The Glory” was not just entertainment — it has been one of the most soul-wrenching, eye-opening experiences I’ve had in a long time. Not just because of its intense and gripping plot, but because of the raw, unflinching portrait it paints of trauma — not the kind we casually reference in conversation, but the kind that leaves deep, lasting physical and psychological scars. The kind that reshapes you. That haunts you.

At the heart of it all is Zhuang Hanyan — and she’s not just a character. She is a walking wound, both physically and emotionally. A survivor of trauma most people can’t even begin to imagine. This isn’t just a revenge story. It’s not a romantic story. It’s the story of a girl denied the luxury of innocence, forced to survive in a world that offered her nothing but cruelty — and still, she breathes, perseveres, and ultimately triumphs against all odds.

<< A Life Shaped by Trauma >>

From the moment she was born, Hanyan’s world was one of darkness and violence. Abandoned at birth, wrongfully branded a “barefoot ghost,” she was torn from her biological parents living in Ming Dynasty Beijing, and discarded into the hands of cruel, abusive adoptive family in a remote, impoverished village called Danzhou. Her childhood wasn’t just difficult — it was a relentless crucible of suffering: beatings, starvation, humiliation, and sexual assault — all before she even had the words to describe her pain.

Most people would have broken under the weight of what she endured.

But Hanyan’s suffering didn’t end there.

When she was finally reunited with her birth family, clinging to a fragile hope for love and belonging, she was met with more rejection, manipulation, and abandonment. Her biological mother — the one person she had longed to know — responded not with warmth but with cruelty: caning her, starving her, pushing her away with chilling detachment.

And then — the unimaginable. Hanyan witnessed her biological mother’s murder, brutally and mercilessly carried out by the man she had called father. A mother she had only just begun to love, died poisoned and bleeding in her arms. Later, she would learn he had also killed her grandfather, her stepsister, her stepfather, two loyal maids — anyone who dared stand in his way.

How does a person survive that?

How do you even breathe after that?

<< The Messy, Honest Truth About Trauma >>

"The Glory" doesn’t just tell us about her trauma. It makes us feel it — bone-deep, breath-shattering. It doesn’t romanticize trauma. It doesn’t use it as a decorative backstory or a convenient excuse for sympathy. It shows trauma as it truly is — raw, jagged, messy, suffocating, and unrelenting. The kind that reshapes how she sees the world, how she makes decisions, and how she learns to survive in a life that has given her nothing but agony from the moment she was born.

Hanyan’s trauma bleeds into everything: her thoughts, her choices, her relationships. Her coldness, her rage, her recklessness, her mistrust of people, and her thirst for justice at any cost — these are not signs of cruelty or evil. They are the armour she wears to survive.

Yes, she lashes out. Yes, she is messy. Yes, she makes mistakes. Yes, she is reckless. Yes, she breaks down. But how else is someone supposed to respond when they've been told, over and over again, that they don’t matter? When their very existence has been battered, broken, and betrayed?

To expect composure from the shattered is not only unfair and unrealistic — it’s cruel.

"The Glory" reminds us that real trauma is not tidy and nice. It doesn’t produce people who are graceful, likable, or thoughtful. It produces people who are angry, cold, explosive, guarded, impulsive, or volatile. People who wrap love in fear, and safety in suspicion. Underneath it all, is a human being, simply struggling to crawl out of the wreckage with nothing but sheer will.

And yet, Hanyan keeps going — not for praise or pity, but because her pain demands justice. Because her story demands to be heard.

<< Compassion Heals: Yunxi’s Choice >>

And maybe — just maybe — that is healing.

But here’s what we often forget: healing from trauma is not a straight line. It’s not always calm. It’s not always graceful. It’s not always pleasant. Sometimes, healing looks like rage. Sometimes, it looks like destruction. Sometimes, it looks like burning everything down just to prove you still have control over something.

Enter Fu Yunxi — the one person who knows Hanyan’s brokenness most intimately. He sees her pain, has touched her scars, lived through the fire of her fury, felt the sting of her mistrust. And still — he stays. He never flinched, never turned away. He pursued her, married her — not just out of love, but because he believed in her. He trusted her strength. He knew she would protect his family. And when Hanyan prepared a divorce letter on their wedding night — not out of rejection, but a desperate gesture to shield him and his family from the fallout of her dangerous quest for justice — he burned it without hesitation. Not to possess her, but to tell her, in the clearest way he knew how:

I choose you. Even now. Especially now. You are not too broken to be loved.

If he — the one closest to her rage, her sorrow, her scars — could choose compassion over judgment — then why can’t we?

<< The World’s Quick Judgment >>

In the real world, survivors like Hanyan are too often branded with convenient, dismissive labels: “angry,” “broken,” “evil,” “irrational,” “cold,” “reckless,” “stupid,” or “beyond saving.”

But these aren’t character flaws — they’re the visible signs of invisible wounds.

The Glory reminds us of a hard truth: behind every trauma survivor is a story we cannot fully comprehend, pain we cannot measure, and suffering we may never see.

Because there are countless Hanyans among us — bearing invisible wounds from battles we may never fully know or understand. They don’t need our judgment. They need our presence. Our compassion. Our willingness to listen, even when the truth is hard to hear.

Hanyan is not a villain — she is a mirror held up to our society — a crucial reminder that people break in different ways, and that healing isn’t always straightforward. And her story, with all its brokenness and all its resilience, deserves compassion above all.

She isn’t heartless. She’s hurting.

She wasn’t trying to destroy others. She was trying to reclaim herself — to feel safe, to feel whole, to feel human.

Before we judge her for her rage or recklessness, we must ask:

What would you become, if you were taught that love always ends in betrayal, that trust is a weapon, and that your body and voice were never truly your own?

<< A Wake-Up Call for Us All >>

"The Glory" is not just a drama. It is a reckoning.

A searing reminder that real trauma doesn’t get resolved in a season or in a single kind gesture. It lingers. It shapes how you see the world. It stains relationships, and even the good moments with fear and suspicion — because trauma teaches you that every joy comes with a cost.

And that’s a lesson we desperately need today:

• Stop expecting perfection from the wounded.
• Stop demanding grace from the broken.
• Stop measuring worth by how “well” someone hides their pain.

And instead —

• Start creating space for the messiness of healing.
• Start showing up — not with judgment, but with empathy and kindness.
• Start offering understanding, not assumptions.
• Start offering help instead of knee-jerk reactions.

Because real life doesn’t come with dramatic music or scripted redemption arcs. In real life, survivors walk among us — quietly, bravely — carrying wounds we cannot see, fighting battles we may never understand.

So the next time someone seems angry, cold, distant, or hard to love — pause.

Consider what they might be surviving — and choose kindness.

<< The Glory’s Final Gift >>

"The Glory" doesn’t just tell a story. It gives trauma a voice. It gives pain a face. And it calls on us — the audience — to become better people. Not with pity, but with humanity.

Yes —" The Glory" may be just entertainment for some. And yes — the characters are pure fiction. But if, even after everything shown on screen — her backstory, her trauma, her rage, her vulnerability — we still cannot empathize with Hanyan… Then how will we ever truly empathize with a real survivor in real life?

• Let "The Glory" be more than just a show.
• Let it be a mirror.
• Let it change how we see, how we feel, and how deeply we care.

Because empathy — real, honest, uncomfortable empathy — is what makes us human.

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When brilliance is blinded by vengeance, even the stars cannot guide a lost heart

Legend of Zhanghai presents itself as a tale of brilliance and destiny, led by a male protagonist skilled in astronomy and the decoding of ancient mechanisms. But behind the clever puzzles and polished visuals lies a story that feels increasingly hollow the deeper it goes.

The male lead may be intelligent, but his judgment is alarmingly flawed. He accepts Zhuang Zhi Xing’s accusations against the Dongxia Queen without a shred of doubt or verification. An act that contradicts the very essence of wisdom. For someone so capable, his lack of discernment is not just disappointing; it’s dangerous.

Even more unsettling is how carelessly he endangers himself and others. Stealing the Gui Seal and bringing it to the Imperial Astronomy Bureau despite clear threats. Eunuch Chao still alive, and his vengeful adopted sons and daughter looming, is not an act of courage, but of recklessness.

The most difficult part of watching this drama is seeing a protagonist so consumed by vengeance that everyone else becomes expendable. Many lives are sacrificed in silence, treated as mere stepping stones in his personal quest for revenge. Even a queen’s life is lost, reduced to collateral damage, an act that feels hollow and unjust. It’s as if the lives of others don’t matter unless their life mirrors his own family's. That kind of tunnel vision may be realistic in grief, but here it’s portrayed without enough reflection or consequence. Grief without reflection turns into destruction, and that’s exactly what we witness.

The female lead’s arc is equally disheartening. She falls in love too quickly, devotes herself too completely, and willingly sacrifices herself for his revenge, all for a man she barely knows. What could have been a moving story of connection becomes yet another example of a woman’s life folded into a man’s pain.

This drama is far from perfect. It has its beautiful moments: Clever twists, stunning visuals, and a male lead who is undeniably charismatic. But beneath that, it tells a story that often forgets the value of every life and the weight of every choice. Revenge may drive the plot, but it should not come at the cost of so many innocent souls without question, remorse, or reckoning.

Legend of Zhanghai is a story where intellect overshadows empathy, and revenge consumes compassion. It reminds us that no matter how clever a hero may be, if he forgets the worth of those around him, he is not a hero at all, just a man lost in his own darkness.

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Reborn: A Drama That Breaks, Heals, and Awakens the Soul

There are dramas we watch to pass time. And then there are dramas like Reborn — stories that etch themselves deep into our souls long after the screen fades.

Reborn is not easy to watch. Nor is it meant to be. With unflinching honesty, it dares to confront some of society’s deepest wounds — ones we too often ignore: bullying in classrooms and cyberspace, gender bias that crushes dreams and potential, domestic violence festers behind closed doors, The heart-wrenching reality of "left-behind children" in rural villages growing up without love while their parents seek survival in distant cities, and the dehumanizing stigma that torments those living with HIV — more than the virus itself. It lays bare how silence can be as damaging as violence. How strict parental control, even when well-meaning, can suffocate rather than protect.

And yet, even in its darkest moments, Reborn never loses sight of its humanity. It reminds us that behind every act of rebellion is a plea for love. Behind every smiling face may lie silent anguish. And behind every seemingly perfect family, there may be stories too painful to speak. We all carry our own invisible weights — so why envy someone else’s green pasture when we cannot see the soil they struggle to stand on?

Some may dismiss it as melodrama. Some may accuse it of promoting blind filial piety. Others may rage at the adults onscreen for their bigotry, their cowardice, their suffocating control.

But Reborn doesn’t ask us to accept or absolve blindly. It asks us to listen. It shows us that real life is rarely black or white but in the gray spaces where most heart-wrenching human stories reside — where good and evil, love and hate, guilt and grief, survival and shame co-exist. Every conflict, every broken relationship, every cry for help is layered, complex, and heartbreakingly human. There are no simple villains here. No easy answers or solutions.

Reborn is a mirror, not just to China, but to every family and society that wrestles with the ghosts of the past and the weight of the present. This drama doesn’t provide quick fixes. It offers something infinitely more powerful: empathy.

In a world quick to judge and slow to understand, Reborn is a quiet revolution. It is not just about pain — it’s about the extraordinary resilience of the human spirit. It’s about the courage to listen, to hope, and to love.

Watch it not just with your eyes but with your heart. And perhaps, like me, you’ll walk away not just more enlightened, but more whole.

This extraordinary story would not shine as brightly without the remarkable performances of its cast.

Zhang Jingyi, as Qiao Qinyu, is the heartbeat of the series. Her performance is a masterclass in restrained fury and raw vulnerability. Qinyu is not your typical heroine. She is quietly angry, defiant, and impulsive — not because she’s flawed, but because she has been bullied, silenced, and scarred by the injustice faced by her deceased elder sister and the stigma of being blood-related to someone with HIV. Every sorrowful tear she holds back, every fiery glance she throws, and every act of rebellion is layered with deeply human pain. It embodies the silent scream of countless youths who are told to obey when all they want is to be heard. It is a performance that confronts, lingers, and ultimately breaks your heart open.

Wu You as Qiao Beiyu is a quietly heart-wrenching portrait of strength wrapped in sacrifice, silence, and sorrow. As the forgotten eldest daughter left behind in a rural village used by selfish relatives while her parents sought survival in the city—Beiyu grows up in the long shadow of absence. Not just physical absence, but emotional abandonment. She yearns for her parents’ love, but all she receives is duty, manipulation, and the crushing weight of expectation. In a family and society that favors sons, she is expected to serve, to give, to endure — without complaint and without reward. She is not seen as a child to be loved, but a tool to be used. And so, she becomes what many eldest daughters are forced to be: the second parent, the vulnerable protector, the invisible pillar holding the family together. Wu You captures this burden with heartbreaking restraint — the weariness in her eyes, the calm she must uphold, the buried ache of always giving and never receiving. Yet her quiet resilience is not enough to shield her from the cruelty of a world still entrenched in deep gender bias and social stigma. As a woman and HIV patient, she becomes an easy target of bigotry, and hatred — not because of who she is, but because of what others think she represents. Her illness does not kill her — inhumane society’s judgment does. The prejudice she faces is not just from strangers, but from her own family and community, And in that, her story becomes a searing indictment of how we treat the vulnerable — especially women, especially the sick, especially those who have always been asked to put others first. Beiyu’s life — and death — is not a failure of character. It is a failure of compassion. A failure of society. And it should break us deeply.

Wang Yi Di as Wang Mumu is quiet thunder — soft-spoken, vulnerable but with a spirit that refuses to be crushed. As a victim of domestic violence, Mumu carries emotional and physical scars no child should ever bear. Yet she does not spiral into bitterness. Instead, she finds a fragile yet peaceful refuge in dance — a language of the soul that allows her to reclaim her body, her voice, and her dignity. Watching her dancing is like watching a caged bird remember how to fly. Her resilience is not loud, but it is unyielding. Mumu reminds us that healing is not always about escape — sometimes, it’s about creating small islands of peace amidst the chaos. And in doing so, she becomes a beacon of strength not just for herself, but for others who live in silence.

Zhou Yingran as Ming Sheng also deserves special mention. In Ming Sheng, we see a boy who could have been broken because of family breakout by his divorced and neglecting parents but instead chooses to be kind. His calm presence, gentle steadiness, moral courage, and capacity for care make him the kind of friend we all wish we had growing up. In a world of noise and cruelty, he listens.

Finally, Liu Dan’s portrayal of Li Feng Hao is a masterclass in heartbreaking maternal love and sacrifice. As a mother who loses her young daughter under harrowing circumstances, she descends into a bottomless well of grief that few can comprehend — compounded by the suffocating burden of having to “move on” for the sake of others. Her suffering is not just from the loss itself, but from being surrounded by a selfish, heartless in-law family that offers neither comfort nor support. As she battles depression, isolation, and quiet despair, Liu Dan brings to life a mother, who is deeply misunderstood, and trying to remember how to breathe, how to exist, in a world that feels irreparably shattered. Yet she still gets up. She still tries. And in that trying — raw, flawed, and human — she gives us one of the most gut-wrenching and dignified portrayals of maternal love and mental health I’ve seen on screen.

These actors don’t just perform — they live their roles. Their eyes speak the pain words cannot. Their silences thunder louder than dialogue.

Let Reborn remind us that healing begins not when we fix the world, but when we start to see the pain in other.

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Most Useless ML Ever

The female lead’s brilliant performance is the only flicker of life in this otherwise dead-on-arrival drama.

The male lead is a disgrace — a sniveling, spineless, brain-dead caricature masquerading as a protagonist.

He spends every moment either sobbing, dithering like a coward, or being led around like a clueless pawn. No strength, no intelligence, no presence — just dead weight dragging the entire story down.

His acting is so wooden and lifeless, it’s an insult to the very idea of a male lead. Watching him stumble through the show feels like being forced to suffer the worst humiliation.

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Good cast but story is slow and boring

I really like the cast, especially the male and female leads, whose performances in other dramas I’ve truly enjoyed. Unfortunately, this particular storyline felt painfully slow and lacked the engagement needed to keep my interest. The pacing dragged considerably, and the dialogue often felt like it was playing at half speed, making it a challenge to stay invested.

I also found it hard to understand the overall direction of the plot. The male lead came across as overly possessive and jealous whenever the female lead interacted with other men. On the other hand, the female lead seemed far too willing to accommodate him—at times to the point of sacrificing her own dignity, even acting like a maid just to soothe his fragile ego. Watching their dynamic often felt like watching a maid trying to calm down a wealthy but sulky schoolboy constantly throwing tantrums.

That said, I’d love to see both leads together again in a different drama with a more compelling and well-written storyline. Their talent deserves a script that allows them to truly shine.

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This Script Butchers Storytelling

I have great respect for the actors. However, no amount of acting talent can salvage a script that is fundamentally, irredeemably broken. The sheer incompetence of the writing isn’t just frustrating — it’s a grave insult. An insult to the intelligence of the audience, an insult to the craft of storytelling, and an insult to the very actors tasked with breathing life into this train wreck of a narrative.

We are expected to believe that an emperor —portrayed as wise and discerning — is somehow utterly blind to the blatant and unchecked villainy of the grand princess and her daughter. Worse still, this same emperor, who profess to be a loving and responsible father, inexplicably forces his son into marrying the grand princess's evil daughter as his principal wife, despite knowing that his son is already happily married to and deeply in love with the female lead. What kind of wisdom is this? It’s not just illogical — it’s downright idiotic.

The grandmother, presented as a strong matriarch and supposedly seasoned by a lifetime of experience — is crumbles into a gullible fool, mindless puppet, easily manipulated by her second daughter-in-law as if she were a clueless, naïve pawn. Did the writer forget their own characterizations halfway through the script, or did they just assume the audience wouldn’t notice the blatant inconsistency? These character inconsistencies are not just frustrating and nonsensical; they are an outright mockery of storytelling.

And then there’s the second branch’s wife and her ever-loyal, ever-deranged maid — two characters so cartoonishly malicious they might as well twirl a mustache while cackling in the sewer. They spends almost the entire series concocting one vile scheme after another to bring down the first branch, driven by nothing more than jealousy. They goes to horrifying lengths, even resorting to poisoning the first branch’s wife and daughter, yet somehow, They faces no real consequences. Their wickedness isn’t just tolerated — it’s actively prolonged, stretched to the point of absurdity, as if the writer truly believes that nonsensical, repetition over-the-top villainy is a substitute for meaningful depth and tension.

It’s painfully obvious that the writer is more interested in manufacturing cheap, exaggerated drama simply to grab attention than crafting a coherent, compelling, and intelligent story. The blatant disregard for character depth and consistency is nothing short of lazy, as if they believe the audience is dumb and will blindly accept whatever nonsense is thrown at them. Did the writer truly believe the audience wouldn’t see through these silly gaping plot holes?

A drama with this much potential deserved a writer who actually respected their craft. Instead, we’re left with a hollow, incoherent wreck that disrespects its characters, its audience, and the very essence of storytelling. This is not just bad writing; it’s insulting. It reduces storytelling to a mindless spectacle, squandering the potential of its actors and the patience of its audience. To call it a failure would be too generous — this is a masterclass in how not to write.

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Perfect Trash

What a colossal waste of talents! The writer and director have managed to turn what could have been a lovely drama into an unbearable mess. By Episode 17, the idiotic script and nonsensical plot twists became too much to endure. It’s heartbreaking to see such talented actors and actresses squandered on this trainwreck of a production. They should rename this drama *Perfect Trash* because it’s anything but a *Perfect Match*.

I’m genuinely baffled as to why Netflix chose to feature this when there are countless superior C-dramas out there. This is a disservice to viewers who expect quality and sensical content. Such a disappointing letdown.

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Stupid drama by idiot writer

The drama suppose to show smart main couple solving crimes together but the idiot writer made the drama and main couple look so stupid with most of the time wasted on stupid misunderstandings and childish quarrels between the main couple.

The idiot writer seem to write this stupid drama without using any brain cell to think whether the plot is logical.

Dropped at Ep 15 as it is unbelievable that the writer so idiotly turned a talented female lead from a suppose smart investigator into a brainless, reckless and ungrateful spoilt damsel.

Stop wasting time on idiot writer that written stupid drama.

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The Journey of Growth: Forged by Fires, Nurtured by Wisdom

Watching Story of the Pear Girl is an inspiring and thought-provoking experience, one that resonates deeply with me because of the heartfelt journey of its female lead and the profound mentorship that shapes her path. The drama beautifully depicts her evolution from a lowly slave to a smart trader through the guidance of two contrasting mentors, each embodying a distinct approach to nurturing her growth.

One mentor (first male lead) embodies the belief that true strength comes from facing fires and life’s challenges directly, allowing her to stumble, experience pain, and learn through her own trials and failures. This “sink or swim” approach, though tough and sometimes unforgiving, empowers her to develop courage, independence, resilience, and a resourceful spirit that only hard-earned experiences can forge. It speaks to the notion that growth often comes from stepping into the unknown, and embracing mistakes and failures, no matter how daunting.

In contrast, her other mentor (second male lead) embraces a gentler, more protective approach, stepping in to shield her from potential dangers and pitfalls. This approach may creates a safety net, ensuring she feels secure and supported. However, it raises questions about whether sheltering someone too much can keep them from self-discovery, fully realizing their potential, and strength. It could also stifling independence and resilience that is only forged through struggle.

The interplay between these two approaches weaves a powerful narrative that goes beyond simple storyline. It delves into the essence of personal growth—how the paths we take and the guidance we receive can shape not only who we are but who we become. It is a mirror to our own lives and choices, reminding us that growth can be found in both the storms we brave and the hands that hold us steady, and how both are essential in the journey of becoming one’s best self.

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Repetive storyline and horrible background music

The storyline feels repetitive and unengaging. The female lead (FL) is constantly harmed, only to be saved by the second male lead (2ML), while the main male lead (ML) perpetually arrives too late. This overused plot cycle makes the series predictable and monotonous.

The background music is one of the worst I've encountered in Chinese dramas. It often clashes with the scenes, completely ruining the mood. For example, in emotional moments where the actors are meant to convey sadness, the music is oddly cheerful, making the performances feel out of sync. It's as if the music director is completely tone-deaf to the tone of the scenes.

The worst performance comes from Baili Weisheng, particularly in the scene where his character discovers his mother is still alive. His reaction comes across as dumb and wooden, making an emotionally charged moment feel flat and uninspired.

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Painfully Childish, Hopelessly Absurd!

What a disappointingly lame story. I genuinely felt sorry for Bailu and Joseph, having to portray such poorly written characters in an even worse plot.

The so-called heavenly lord comes across as utterly brainless and incompetent, repeatedly allowing his wife to be captured and put in danger, and even nearly marrying another man simply because he’s suspicious of her?!

Tell me, what kind of "heavenly lord" is so foolish as to resort to such idiotic tests of his own wife?

Absolutely absurd. Childish commedy. A Waste of talent and time. Couldn’t stomach any more. Dropped at episode 4!

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