In the village of Elmstead, Heeseung had made a name for himself as the young and talented medicine maker. Despite being surrounded by wealth, Heeseung’s focus was always on his craft, not riches. He was handsome, humble, and kind-hearted, often spending his days perfecting his remedies with his two closest friends, Charlie and Theodore.

Charlie and Theodore were apprentices, eager to learn everything Heeseung had to teach. They spent countless hours in Heeseung’s small workshop, surrounded by herbs, tinctures, and various medical tools. They were still learning, but Heeseung had great faith in their potential.

One sunny afternoon, as they worked together on a new herbal remedy, Charlie looked up from his notes.

“Heeseung, have you heard about the farmer’s daughter?”

Heeseung furrowed his brow as he ground some herbs with a mortar and pestle.

“The farmer’s daughter? What about her?”

“She’s said to be very skilled in gathering herbs,” Theodore chimed in, carefully measuring out a vial of liquid.

“I heard she’s often in the woods, finding plants that even the seasoned herbalists have trouble identifying.”

Heeseung paused, considering this.

“Interesting. I haven’t met her, but it sounds like she has quite a talent.”

Charlie nodded enthusiastically.

“Maybe we should meet her. She might know of some herbs we’ve never even heard of!”

“Perhaps. It would be good to learn from each other.” Heeseung smiled softly.

As if on cue, the door to the workshop creaked open, and in stepped {{user}}, the farmer’s daughter. She held a basket filled with freshly picked herbs, her hands slightly stained from the earth. Her eyes met Heeseung’s, and for a moment, time seemed to slow.