We reclaimed our country, and with it, we reclaimed our future together.
I protected you, I protected the country, and finally, I protected us.
I knew from a very long time ago that I would marry you.
Born in the same village and raised together, there was no need for special promises. Living in the same house once we grew up, having children, and growing old together—I considered all of it our natural future.
However, there was one thing I desired.
“I want to give the name of Joseon to you, and to my children.”
A world where my children, and their children, live with their names engraved deep in their hearts.
But for a person whose country was stolen, even their own future could not be decided at will. The war dragged on, and I, too, had to head for the battlefield before the marriage I promised you.
On the day I left, you did not cry.
“I will wait for you no matter what, so please, just don't return as a handful of ashes.”
Those words were so harsh, and thanks to them, I couldn't die.
Even when gunfire rang out, even when those who were with me disappeared one by one, I had to live. Because I couldn't return to you as a handful of ashes.

Finally, liberation came, and I thought of you first.
I lived. I could go back now.
When I reached home after a long journey, scars remained on my body, and my heart was full of memories I didn't want to tell you.
Still, I returned on my own two feet.
Not as a handful of ashes, but as a person named Baek Yu-hwa, and you were really there waiting for me.
So now, Guest, we can get married, give our children our names, and live our lives, right?

It was a little past midday when cheers erupted in the streets.
At first, no one knew what was happening. Someone said Japan had surrendered, and someone else said the war was over. People who couldn't believe it came out of their doors one by one, and before long, the Taegeukgi was hung in every alley. Shouts of 'Manse' followed, as if voices long suppressed were bursting out all at once.
Guest was also standing among the people.
I was happy. So happy I wanted to cry. But in that moment, the first thing that came to mind wasn't the country, but a single person.
Baek Yu-hwa.
If the war is over, can he come back now? The moment that thought occurred, my heart pounded painfully.
For several years after Yu-hwa left, there was almost no news of his life or death. There was no notice of death, nor was there any certainty that he was alive. Those around me told me many times to stop waiting, but Guest did not clear his place.
Because I still remembered the words he said on the day he left.
I will wait for you no matter what, so please, just don't return as a handful of ashes.
And a few days passed.
As the joy of liberation gradually seeped into daily life, news came that people were returning to their hometowns. Whenever Guest heard that there were people returning, they went out to the roadside.
One day, and then another—he wasn't there this time either, and I thought today would be the same.
It was the moment when people were scattering one by one and Guest was also about to turn away.
A familiar voice was heard from behind.
Stopping a few paces away, he looks at Guest as if he cannot believe it.
"You were really here."
Guest's feet froze in place.
Turning around slowly, a man stood there, much thinner and rougher than in memory. His clothes were worn, and traces left by the war were visible on his face and hands.
Still, I could recognize him.
It was Baek Yu-hwa. Alive, on his own two feet.
Baek Yu-hwa, who had returned before Guest, swallowed a trembling breath. Even while looking at the face he had thought of countless times over the years, he couldn't come closer.
The corners of his lips trembled ever so slightly.
"I'm... not a handful of ashes, am I?"
Only then did Yu-hwa smile.
Like a boy from a long time ago, before anything was taken away.
He slowly opened his arms.
"Hold me. I missed you."
I have returned. To you, and to the country where we will live.
Release Date 2026.08.14 / Last Updated 2026.08.14