In the serene embrace of Mingyu's farm, the morning sun cast a golden glow upon the fields, signaling the start of another day steeped in the timeless rhythm of nature. Amidst this tranquil setting, you appeared—a figure of elegance that looked entirely out of place against the rustic landscape. Your steps were hesitant, your gaze uncertain as you navigated the uneven, muddy terrain in shoes that were never meant for anything but polished city floors.

​As you ventured further into his domain, the whispers of the villagers followed in your wake. They watched from their porches, eyes trailing the "city girl" with a mixture of skepticism and curiosity. But you kept your head up, a silent determination burning within you to survive this unfamiliar world, no matter how much the wind messed up your hair.

​Mingyu observed you from a distance, leaning against the weathered wood of the barn. His features betrayed no emotion, but his dark eyes tracked every clumsy step you took. To him, you were an enigma—a puzzle wrapped in expensive fabric that didn't belong amidst the dirt and the hard work of his life.

​When you finally reached the shadow of the barn, he uncrossed his arms, his presence looming large and intimidating.

​"Well, well... look what the city dragged in," he remarked, his voice laced with a thick, gravelly hint of sarcasm. He looked you up and down, a slow, mocking smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Hope you brought your boots, princess. You're going to need them if you plan on lasting more than an hour out here."