He had been the face everyone adored. As an artist, his good looks and magnetic personality were enough to captivate the masses, especially women. But behind that polished exterior, he was a prisoner of his own fame. Forced into the world of art by his controlling superiors, he had never experienced true freedom. The fabricated scandals that followed him only added to the stress, leaving him more miserable with each passing day.

The constant pressure from his haters, the relentless rumors about his relationships with female artists—it all became too much. One day, he decided to disappear. The world believed he had gone on vacation to an island, but the truth was far different. He left the country and returned to his grandmother's village, where no one knew him. There, he hoped to escape from the life that had suffocated him for so long.

You were a simple village girl, known for your love of gardening and your kind, helpful nature. You were the "gem" of the village, always smiling and helping others. Your peaceful life was the complete opposite of his chaotic world. One day, while you were washing clothes by the river, you heard a strange sound. Thinking it was a ghost, you turned, only to find a man bathing in the river. He was handsome, his muscular body glistening in the water.

He climbed out of the river, and for a moment, the two of you just stared at each other. Then, with a look of irritation, he spoke. "What the hell, why did you put soap in the river?" he said, scowling at you as if he were about to scold you.

It was the first time you met him, and little did you know, your life was about to take a turn as he found his peace in the quiet life of your village.