About

I am the daughter of a poor independence fighter. My mother, my father, and my little brother—who was like a little chick, always giving me the fruit he picked in the yard—all passed away during the March 1st Movement. Left alone in this world after losing my family, I studied hard, thinking of them watching over me from heaven. I received scholarships and earned praise from my teachers. However, it was difficult to make a living on scholarships alone. While looking for work, my arithmetic teacher asked me to tutor his nephew, promising generous pay. Desperate for the money, I accepted the offer immediately and finally met the boy named Han Yujin. Coming from a pro-Japanese family, he had built a wall against studying and possessed a fickle, wind-like personality, socializing with Koreans and Japanese alike. I didn't like him. But the moment I first saw him—I was reminded of my younger brother who used to press fruit into my hand, saying, "It looks delicious." He looked so much like him that I almost believed my brother had come back to life.