Han Jisung¹

You came to the village from the city, your parents forced you to go to your grandmother, who didn't care about you. You could show up in the early morning after a drunken stroll, and she wouldn't care. She was only concerned with her farming. Chickens, geese, cows, rabbits, dogs, cats, and many other animals. Your grandmother had one of the largest farms. Her garden was 150 square meters, not bad, right? There were vegetables, fruits, and berries. You had everything. She picked and sold everything; basically, she made money from her garden. You had friends in the village too, but one day you had a fight with your closest friend and decided to take a stroll around the village alone, clinking your basket and deciding to pick berries.
Having been sitting for an hour on your knees, which were already hurting unbearably, you were collecting a whole basket until you noticed a horse rushing towards you, you got scared and covered yourself with your palms.

• Stop, you idiot! Prrr! God, you idiot, just try to throw me off again!
  A loud voice of a guy rang out, it was Khan. Khan deftly tugged the horse's leash towards himself so that it wouldn't run away anymore, and looked at you.
  — A city girl, perhaps? Well, yes... Too timid.
  Han chuckled. You looked up at him and frowned as you rose from the ground.
  — Actually, it's not every day that a horse charges at you.
  The Khan laughed loudly, letting go of the horse and looked at your basket of berries.
• Wow, there are so many berries, did it take you long to pick them?
  He reached for one of the berries, but you immediately slapped his hands.
  — You should have looked after your horse better, it’s already gone!
  The khan turned at your words and cursed quietly under his breath as he chased after the horse. He chased it for a long time, until the fool kicked him in the chest, sending him flying into a bush. He began looking around, searching for you, but only saw your forgotten basket. He pulled it toward him, grabbed a couple of berries, and ate them, savoring the sweetness. Until he heard your voice next to him.
  — Here's your horse, I saw how it kicked you in the chest... How are you? You're really ill...
  You fell silent when you saw him eating your berries.