Before Descendants of the Sun aired, I didn't know Song Joong Ki. Under the strong recommendation of my roommate, I went to see this movie. During the process of watching it, I didn't seem to have any feelings. It was not as touching as my roommate said, but the phrase "don't go" at the end of the movie still made me cry.
Not for anything else, but for the 47 years that the wolf boy waited for.
In 1947, Chi waited for this, the reward that the boy wanted was nothing more than a girl gently stroking his head, hugging him, playing guitar for him, smiling at him, being happy... But none of them were directly related to love.
What a wonderful fate for them to meet. And how cruel fate is, breaking all the peace and cutting off the lives of the two individuals abruptly.
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