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.
"...attempts at conciliatory talks are expected to take place at the National Assembly building tomorrow afternoon, where the leaders of the demonstrators will meet the President and his representatives..."
The occasional loud crackle and low hum of static on the radio mirrored the growing turmoil in Jeong Hyeok's heart.
The authorities would be holding dialogue with the demonstrators behind the recent riots, and temporary peace could be expected in Seoul for at least a few hours.
The rioters would most likely cease their activities during the course of the talks, and official security forces would mostly be assigned to focus on the National Assembly building.
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It was a window of opportunity for Yoon Seri to return to the governor's manor, since no one was capable of telling how the dialogues would go, or how long the violent riots would go on for.
Anti-government sentiments continued to run high in the capital, and the slightest provocation from either side could potentially break the momentary peace to escalate into greater chaos.
By now, Seri had already stayed in his home for three days.
Outside on the streets, pandemonium reigned.
He should have been spared from the ongoing chaos in the safety of his apartment, but Seri had managed to put Jeong Hyeok's world and his consciousness through a major emotional upheaval on a comparable scale.
In over two decades of existence, no one had ever come close to triggering such a keen capacity of physical sensation and emotional infatuation in him.
For Ri Jeong Hyeok, who had always prided himself on his discipline and self-control, this constant temptation to err was an enemy he couldn't conquer.
But ultimately, this was an excuse. Every temptation, no matter how enticing, came with a choice.
He should have known better, but again and again, he had chosen to yield to it.
The first time was when Seri had kissed him during his emotional breakdown in front of her.
The second kiss, which had taken place over something as mundane as dishwashing, was even more inexcusable.
The former Captain had been fully aware of what they were about to do, but had nonetheless caved in to temptation, without heed for consequences.
Holding Seri snugly in his arms, claiming her lips to kiss her deeper and deeper, Jeong Hyeok was certain she'd have caught a glimpse of the turmoil within him and the emotional state of intoxication he had been in.
This petite woman merely had her lips on his, yet his mind and heart collapsed like unguarded frontiers, crumbling without an ounce of force.
How was it even possible, that in their closed-eyed kisses, he saw something as distant as a future, and a dream?
