Last night, the car window finally shattered, allowing him to reach in through the opening.
Thud. The door opened, and Tae-kyung crouched down and pulled the sleeping Jae-hee out of the water.
Artificial respiration multiple times, touching the face, blowing air, molding the limbs several times.
“Please, open your eyes!”
Even in that nightmarish dream, Tae-kyung realized. No matter what he did, Jae-hee couldn’t come back.
When wiping away the cold sweat with his hand, Tae-kyung, at that moment, woke up and faced the relentlessly difficult reality each time.
The dawn without Jae-hee, even Yoon Woo-yeon had left.
Tae-kyung took out a cigarette from the silver case in his suit pocket. He learned to smoke in college and had smoked excessively for a while but quit around graduation.
These days without Yoon Woo-yeon, he occasionally thought about smoking.
“Is Yoon Woo-yeon still not back?”
A section chief replied, “Yes,” and approached one step closer to light the fire with a lighter.
Tae-kyung suddenly recalled the last night he spent with her.
It was a time when he was busy running around, exhausted both physically and mentally, organizing Jae-hee’s funeral and chasing after the aftermath of her death.
On that night, heavy rain poured down, and when he regained consciousness, he was in front of Yoon Woo-yeon’s house.
He embraced her, shared breaths, and spent the night with Yoon Woo-yeon.
The affair that continued until dawn was passionate, and around the time morning arrived, he fell into a deep sleep as if he had fainted.
When Tae-kyung opened his eyes, Woo-yeon wasn’t beside him. Perhaps he realized it then.
That Yoon Woo-yeon had truly left.
When he came out into the living room, he found a meal she had prepared.
He couldn’t remember when he had a proper meal, but seeing the savory smell of stew and warm rice made him hungry.
He called Woo-yeon, but her phone was turned off.
While eating, washing himself, and silently waiting for her, Woo-yeon did not return.
That was the last.
He vividly remembered Yoon Woo-yeon’s eyes, scent, and the atmosphere when she looked at him. After that, news of her seemed to abruptly cut off like a lie.
He knows.
If he wanted, he could have found out where she was by investigating, but Tae-kyung didn’t risk his life for this matter.
During the trial, Jo In-young, who claimed not to remember anything he said that day, even used a lie detector, but it all turned out to be the truth.
Jo In-young truly couldn’t remember anything.
Jae-hee died, Chairman Cho was arrested, and Yoon Woo-yeon left.
He couldn’t admit it. That she truly left him.
He had asked her to stay by his side until the end, but was she really such a wicked woman?
In the end, he didn’t light the cigarette.
“Mr. Chairman. The meal is ready.”
At the mention that the promised 30 minutes had passed, Tae-kyung turned around.
A chilly wind pushed against his back. Tae-kyung walked alone again from the spot where the section chief had stepped back.
As the sun set, Woo-yeon ascended to the Arab quarter. Staring at the vast desert spread beyond the ruins, her anxiety would disappear, and tranquility would settle in.
It had been three weeks since she finished reporting in Lebanon and moved to Syria. Following journalist Yeom, who willingly supported her for documentary production, Woo-yeon also came this far.
Syria had been in an ongoing civil war for several years, causing countless children to die or be severely injured.
A boy soldier, including a 7-year-old who should have been playing freely, was conscripted for the war.
Journalist Yeom had prepared for Syrian reporting for several years to convey such tragedies.
Repeatedly, due to opposition from the government or the newsroom, she couldn’t fly over, but this time, CEO Cha Eun-hae’s influence was strong in assembling the reporting team.
Because only a few personnel were allowed permission to report from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the staff was not numerous.
In the Korean reporting team, permission was granted only to the UBC Newsroom.
Having switched from an anchor to a journalist, I don’t know if I can live like this for a lifetime.
I liked the vividness of the scene, but sometimes, when I found myself thrown into the vast field, memories of delivering news in the studio would come to mind like scattered clouds.
“Want a drink?”
As I raised my head, Reporter Yeom shook the coffee in the tumbler she brought.
“Thank you.”
He sat down next to Woo-yeon, putting his buttocks on the cushion she occupied. Pouring Woo-yeon’s share of coffee into the tumbler’s lid, he gulped down the remaining amount.
“Feeling better?”
“Yes.”
“If you ever want to go back, just let me know. I won’t hold you back.”
“It’s okay. Don’t say things you don’t mean.”
In this place where it wouldn’t be strange to die anytime, they became each other’s strength.
Sometimes, while shooting the real face of Syria, there were instances of small and large explosions. At such times, without looking back, they had to run with cameras.
If you run without looking back for a long time, you are likely to meet journalists from various countries around the world who are running in the same way.
Then, they became incomparable friends. This is precisely the situation where they share even a single bean.
Encouraging each other, sincerely praying for each other’s safety, supporting each other, and at the same time, respecting each other.
In that sense, Woo-yeon liked this place.
She was living more passionately than anyone else. It’s a place where you may die anytime, but ironically, she feels most alive having been born here.
Far away, the red sun rose. Every time she watched the sunset, Woo-yeon thought of Tae-kyung.
The melody they used to hear together on the streets of Chicago, the dim sum they shared in a local restaurant in Singapore, the boiling kimchi udon, the picture frame hanging in the middle of Tae-kyung’s bedroom. Cha Tae-kyung’s scent, breath, the risky atmosphere of the day they shared their first kiss.
Even the weight of the footsteps she had to take away from him on the last night.
… Everything feels like a dream.
“What are you thinking?”
Without drinking the coffee she received from Reporter Yeom and staring blankly into the distance, he threw those words at her.
Woo-yeon slowly sipped the coffee.
“I’m not thinking of anything. Just watching.”
“What are you watching?”
“That sunset over there.”
“It is pretty. It makes me emotional.”
“Why does it make you emotional?”
“I don’t know. Just sitting like this makes me think of my ex-wife who divorced me and my first love from decades ago. She used to follow me a lot. I dated her because she begged to meet me once, but after that, I liked her more.”
Woo-yeon laughed.
“So, do you miss your divorced wife? Or are you talking about missing your first love?”
“Both of them.”
“You’re greedy.”
“They are the same person.”
“…….”
“Finish watching. I’ll check the reporting schedule tomorrow and come back.”
“Yes.”
He disappeared from her sight, and Woo-yeon remained seated there until the sunset that painted the sky of Syria completely disappeared.
The story of the Little Prince, who saw the sunset forty-three times a day, came to mind.
How sad it must have been.
How much longing must there have been.
Did the Little Prince look at the reddening sky again?
A missed name.
Woo-yeon barely swallowed the lump in her throat.
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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