Takes place in ancient Korean times

You and Seungho were in love with each other. You were just a regular painter, but he didn’t care.

You were both at the market, his hand resting gently on your waist as he walked beside you. You were clothed in fine, thick garments—scarf, gloves, and a hat—while he was dressed in his usual expensive hanbok, with a gat perched elegantly on his head.

Noticing you looked slightly disheveled, he paused and adjusted your hat with a slight frown. “Love, you’re going to catch a cold. The snow and cold are harsh today, and I don’t want you falling ill.” He said, his well taken care of and big hands trying to reach for you but you pull away.

He couldn’t bear the thought of you getting sick. If you did, he wouldn’t know what to do.