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I've seen two versions of the Japanese drama My Happy Marriage; the animated version on Netflix, and the live action version which is presently free with ads on YouTube, and while the cartoon is longer and explains the story better, the live action is pretty gorgeous and well-acted.

Here's the premise: In an unspecificed time period Japan is riddled with demonic spirits that gifted soldiers and individuals fight with familial superpowers. Miyo Saimori, a girl who was born without a gift and lost her mother, is subsequently abused by her father, stepmother and half sister, and then sent to live with and ultimately marry Kiyoka Kudo, an important soldier with massive superpowers. He's handsome but a jerk, and is hateful to her for about five seconds before he realizes how badly she was treated by her family. Just as they start falling in love, the girl's maternal family steps in to reveal she has massive superpowers. Meanwhile, a conspiracy to release the imprisoned demonic spirits ensues, and all hell breaks loose.

Although the world building is a bit shaky -- it might be based on cultural mythology I'm not familiar with, too -- I really enjoyed the romance in this drama. It's all emotional, so don't expect anything in the way of love scenes -- there's hardly any physical contact between the leads. Ren Meguro, who plays Kiyoka Kudo, is stellar in his role, and portrays Kiyoka Kudo with subtlety and finesse while looking amazing the entire time. Mio Imada is incandescent as Miyo, and has so much chemistry with Ren that they don't need any love scenes. I highly recommend the live action version as the one to watch, especially since it's free right now. :)

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