[Pure-Hearted Former Special Forces Soldier x Clear-Headed Surgeon | Rugged Romance | Mutual Healing]
After working nonstop for half a month, she returned to her hometown and took a humiliating fall at the village entrance on her very first day back. Her suitcase was jammed, her skirt had snagged and torn, and her fingertips were bleeding. The man in black work clothes picked up her suitcase with one hand, his gaze as cold as if he were looking at an ant. “Move.”
Only later did she learn that the man who told her to “move” would stay up all night keeping watch whenever she was afraid of the dark, and that the man who said he was “just doing it because it was convenient” would remember the sore at the corner of her mouth.
She treated his wounds, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. “Don’t come near me.” She caught him keeping watch beneath a tree, and he fled in panic. “You’ll regret it.”
She didn’t back down.
His file was blemished, his hands scarred, and he clutched a faded photograph, afraid to step into the light. She was determined to become the beam of light that shone through the cracks.
He watched over her window while she chipped away at his walls. In a summer valley, two people covered in cracks slowly learned how to be loved.
“Brother, I think I want to keep living.” He said it to a photo of his comrade, still holding the warmth she had left behind.
