The second deceased was thirty-one years old. He had been discharged from the military less than half a year ago.
He was swept away during a flood rescue mission in the height of summer. When his body was found three days later, it was swollen beyond recognition.
Han Su glanced at the memorial portrait hanging in the mourning hall and couldn't help but sigh.
'Such a handsome young man! Gone just like that.'
The scriptwriter deeply understood the essence of pacing. The previous story was filled with intense conflict, even escalating to a full-blown brawl, so this one went the sentimental route, aiming to be a total tearjerker.
After eight years in a long-distance relationship, the girl finally had her love return to marry her.
They held their long-awaited wedding, and it wasn't long before they conceived a child.
Her in-laws were kind, her husband was considerate, her job was going well, and they had a child on the way—it seemed all her suffering had finally paid off.
But…
