LUCKILY, THERE IS STILL SOME OIL LEFT.
IT SHOULD BE ENOUGH TO WARM US UP A BIT.
THE SNOW WILL STOP SOON, SO LET US WAIT FOR A MOMENT.
HOW THE FUCK DID IT COME TO THIS?
I SHOULD HAVE GONE RIGHT BACK WHEN I RETURNED HIS JACKET.
NO.
I SHOULD HAVE HURRIED BACK TO THE VILLAGE EVEN AS IT STARTED SNOWING.
HESITATING OUT OF RELUCTANCE TO LEAVE,
NOW THAT IT HAS COME TO THIS, I FEEL LIKE A COMPLETE IDIOT FOR BEING SO HYPER-AWARE.
UM,
ARE YOU NOT COLD?
YOU SEEM TO BE DRESSED WAY TOO LIGHTLY.
OH.
I AM FINE.
MY BODY TEMPERATURE RUNS HIGH ANYWAY, SO I DO NOT REALLY FEEL THE COLD.
AH.
THAT IS A RELIEF, THEN.
PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER. DO NOT OVERTHINK IT.
YOU GET COLD EASILY, DON'T YOU EUN-SEO?
YOUR HANDS AND FEET WERE COLD LAST TIME, TOO.
SHOULD I HEAT THE FIRE A BIT MORE?
I DO GET COLD EASILY, BUT...
I CAN MANAGE THIS MUCH.
WHETHER THIS KINDNESS BEING NA- TURALLY EXTENDED
IS SIMPLY OUT OF A SENSE OF RESPONSIBILITY,
OR IF HE IS JUST NATURALLY EASYGOING, I CANNOT TELL,
BUT IT IS GETTING HARDER AND HARDER TO KEEP MY DISTANCE.
BOTH HIM NOTICING MY RELUCTANCE TO LEAVE AND STOPPING ME,
AND HIM REMEMBERING MY NAME.
IT MAKES ME WONDER IF HE IS THINKING THE SAME THING.
UNDER NORMAL CIRCUMSTANCES, I WOULD NOT HAVE CARED THIS MUCH.
FACING SCENERY THAT FEELS LIKE A CHILDHOOD DREAM
OR A DREAM I HAD RECENTLY HAS BLED INTO REALITY,
IT FEELS LIKE I AM LOSING TOUCH WITH REALITY.
AT THIS RATE, THE SNOW SHOWS NO SIGN OF STOPPING.
CARE TO GIVE ME YOUR HAND?
WHAT?
WHEN YOUR BODY IS COLD, DIRECT CONTACT WITH BODY HEAT IS THE WARMEST THING.
IT IS NOT MY IMAGINATION.
I SHOULD STOP WHILE I CAN STILL BRUSH THIS OFF AS MERE KINDNESS,
BUT THE GAZE THAT HIDES NO EMOTION
BLURS THE BOUNDARIES,
AND I CAN NO LONGER TELL DREAMS FROM REALITY.
AH, JUST AS I THOUGHT.
THEY ARE FREEZING.
EVEN JUST WARMING YOUR HANDS TAKES THE EDGE OFF THE COLD.
YOU ARE ALWAYS SO GOOD AT LOOKING AFTER OTHERS, AREN'T YOU?
BETWEEN LAST TIME AND NOW, YOU LOOK ENTIRELY USED TO IT.
WELL, DEALING WITH VILLAGE MATTERS TENDS TO MAKE YOU THAT WAY.
AND ALSO LIVING WITH MY GRANDFATHER MADE IT A HABIT, TOO.
MY GRANDFATHER ALWAYS TOLD ME TO DO THIS.
HE TOLD ME TO TREAT THEM WELL.
ESPECIALLY SOMEONE YOU HAVE TAKEN A LIKING TO.
WHAT IS THAT LOOK FOR?
...NO,
I CANNOT TELL IF YOU ARE TEASING ME OR JUST BEING DEAD HONEST.
...USUALLY, PEOPLE DO NOT PUT IT SO BLUNTLY.
I AM NOT REALLY SURE WHAT 'USUAL' LOOKS LIKE, THOUGH...
THEN TEACH ME.
WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOU HAVE TAKEN A LIKING TO SOMEONE, EUN-SEO?
WHAT?
WHAT DID I DO?
EVEN WHEN I TRY TO REMEMBER,
ONLY MEMORIES OF BEING REJECTED PILE UP NEATLY.
I CANNOT REMEMBER AT ALL.
FEARING ANY MORE REJECTION, I HID MY FEELINGS AWAY,
AND NOW I FEEL LIKE I HAVE FORGOTTEN HOW TO EXPRESS THEM ENTIRELY.
BUT THIS MAN...
IT FEELS A LOT WARMER THAN BEFORE, DOESN'T IT?
IT IS ABOUT THE SAME AS MINE NOW.
RIGHT?
WHY IS HE BEING LIKE THIS...
GAZES AND BODY TEMPERATURES INTERTWINE,
AND BEFORE I KNOW IT,
WE SHARE THE EXACT SAME WARMTH.
Trapped by heavy snow, Eun-seo blames herself for not returning to the village after returning the jacket. By the fire lit with the remaining oil, the man holds out his hand to her because she's cold and warms her hands, and his remembering her name and his attentiveness challenge Eun-seo's distance. As he says he should treat someone he likes well, the warmth between them grows both literally and emotionally.
