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.
From where she was, the governor's daughter could see that a small crowd had gathered around the commotion at the noodle stall.
Masculine taunts, profanities and threats were heard against a backdrop of the violent splintering sounds of wood, and repeated blows on flesh.
There were on-lookers watching in morbid fascination, but they were mostly middle-aged and elderly womenfolk who had children in tow, and were more fearful than anything else.
Some were calling out for the men to stop, and one or two men did go forward to try to help defuse the situation, but to no avail.
"Excuse me, please let me through..." Helplessly repeating these words, the governor's daughter squeezed her way through the crowd, pushing past the human wall of curiosity to take in the heartbreaking scene in front of her.
An elderly regular customer whom she recognized rushed towards her, "Seri, you've come at the right time, these thugs are creating trouble, they are beating Mr. Ri up!"
"How did this happen?" Face frozen with pain, confusion and fear, she helplessly asked, though no answer came.
Seri had seen some horrifying scenes during the war, especially when she had traveled with the 7th Infantry Division from Incheon to Busan as a military nurse.
Getting ambushed by enemy forces, sprinting to a nearby ditch to take cover as gunfire and explosions lit up the sky, before venturing out at sunrise to work and treat the wounded.
Those experiences had been very scary, but they had never plunged her into hopelessness, shattered her heart and crushed her like this moment did.
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Seri's Choice, the pride and joy that they had painstakingly rebuilt, had been reduced to nothing more than strewn and tangled wreckage.
War was blind and senseless, but this was sober brutality.
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"Please, get help!" She pleaded anxiously, to which the elderly lady nodded, before hurrying off.
Right in front of the noodle stand, a group of approximately seven or eight men stood in a circle, violently moving in synchronized malice.
