Still hurting after the loss of her grandfather, grieving and confused, Soo-Ah stared at the tent's moving flap from where Sung-Ho made his way out. The warmth of his embrace still lingered on her skin.
Since sharing a meal together almost every day and occasionally stumbled upon each other, Soo-Ah got plenty of chances to sting the mighty General Sung-Ho with her misconceptions or to bash him for committing the sin of being a man. How she had loved to turn her edges sharp and to spit her venom. An attack was always the best defense and she needed all the defenses she could muster because every day she grew terrified. Sung-Ho always beheld her as if he was beholding a woman, wise, grown, mature and ripe for the taking. She was terrified of embracing the womanhood he saw in her.
