January 1951. He saved her life in a city torn apart by war during the Korean War.
December 1953. The soldier is reunited with the governor's daughter- souls scarred and bodies battered, seeking the second chance that Fate has dealt.
For a while, life seemed normal, though Yoon Seri should know better than to label it as such.
It was normal in a messy, inconsistent, hopeful, delusional way.
Messy, in that she was obstinately weaving more entanglements in this cursed web in which they were trapped.
Inconsistent, in that she was always torn over her decisions regarding this forbidden relationship she shared with Jeong Hyeok.
Hopeful, in that she constantly pined for a miracle, for an alternative reality in which her betrothal did not exist.
Finally, delusional, in the moments when she allowed herself to live a sweet lie and pretend this moment could go on forever.
Unable to detach from the idealistic situation which she had created with Jeong Hyeok, the governor's daughter persisted in her routine of visiting and helping out at the noodle stall.
It was an intense obsession, she'd admit that, but she wouldn't have wanted it any differently.
To her, this intensity was her idea of normal.
Then one day, out of the blue came a lesson she never asked for, Yoon Seri learnt that her norm was someone else's absurdity, and vice versa.
"You can drop me off at the usual spot."
Given that her parents were out of town for an event involving the construction of a new industrial zone centering on automobile factories, Seri had a few days of freedom to herself.
"Alright. Same time?" Her trusty chauffeur asked, casting a glance at her through the rear view mirror.
"Yes please, thank you." She replied habitually, before adding playfully, "Oh, maybe around seven?"
"Why am I not surprised?" Chang Sik muttered in mock annoyance, drawing chuckles from the governor's daughter.
The black Plymouth Suburban slowly crawled to a halt.
"I'll see you later in the evening. Have a good day." The governor's daughter exited the car, instinctively raising a hand to tame a lock of hair which the late spring winds played with.
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As always, she made her way to the intersection where Seri's Choice was located, but it wasn't long before she felt the subtle shift in the atmosphere along these streets.
There were no signs of the usual hustle and bustle of the streets riding on the spring winds blowing in her direction.
From afar, she could hear hints of it— screams, shouts and what was unmistakably, violence, as she hastened her footsteps with every passing second.
The ominous sounds only grew louder and louder.
Her blood ran cold.
Something was very, very wrong, and it seemed to be unfolding at a place she knew very well.
