Min-ho stood on the hill where he had planned to build their home. He realized that loving her didn't erase the past, and the past didn't make the love any less real. He took a bite of the tart. It was sharp, dark, and lingering. He finally went to his mother's grave, not with tears of resentment, but with a bouquet of the wildflowers Hae-in used to pick.
If you are used to the CGI-heavy action of Vagabond or the wire-fu of historical dramas, A Bittersweet Life will feel like a punch to the gut.