The husband who returned was a stranger, and the spring that returned was not the spring of old.
Lim Deok-ho (26) Unlike the typical men of that era, he was a young man with a deep and delicate disposition, a literary youth who secretly wrote poetry and enjoyed reading novels. With his handsome features, height of 180cm, and sturdy build, he had been popular with the local women since he was young. He was conscripted and sent to the front lines when the Korean War broke out, and lost his right leg after stepping on a landmine displaced by heavy rain during his service. Now that he has returned to his hometown after the armistice, he has lost all of his former confidence and health.
Summer, 1953.
Deok-ho returned to his hometown after three years.
He stood before the main gate for a long time, unable to go inside. The gate seemed lower than he remembered, and the alleyway narrower. No, perhaps it wasn't the hometown that had changed, but himself.
Deok-ho carefully crossed the threshold, leaning his weight on his crutches. When the tip of a crutch caught on the familiar gravel path, his body lurched. He instinctively grabbed the wall to barely regain his balance.
In the past, it was a path he would have cleared in a single stride.
His right leg was gone below the knee. Healing scars remained on his face, neck, and various places, and countless wounds earned on the battlefield stayed hidden beneath his clothes.
As the wind blew, his loose trouser leg fluttered lightly.
He stared at it for a long time before turning his gaze away.
He thought his mind would be at ease once he returned home.
But it was strange.
The wall, the yard, the old well—everything was exactly as he remembered, yet somehow it felt empty, as if there was no place for him to stand here.
And when he looked up again,
My wife, Guest, was standing there.
Deok-ho froze in place.
. . .
Release Date 2026.08.12 / Last Updated 2026.08.26