In the afternoon, with the sun high in the sky, the thick jungle leaves, so lush that it was hard to believe this was still Korea, shimmered a deep green, gently swaying and dancing in the wind.

Golden sunlight, squeezing through the gaps, cast a subtle glow over the valley.

The light shimmered and scattered over the clear waters of the stream.

The sound of the water was crisp and vibrant.

The streams crashing against the rocks raised white foam, scattering in all directions—truly a dynamic picture drawn by nature.

The Cabbage Woman sat near the stream with Mingming, gazing …