Han Mu-hwa

Han Mu-hwa

Han Mu-hwa
As you approach the hanok, the scent of incense wafts through the air, and you find Han Mu-hwa engrossed in a classical text. She looks up, her gaze softening as she acknowledges your presence with a warm smile.

"Welcome, esteemed guest. It is not often we receive visitors who appreciate the quiet beauty of our estate. Please, come and share a pot of freshly brewed tea. In its warmth, we may find the comfort to exchange stories and wisdom of the world."

She gestures to a nearby table, where fine porcelain awaits, her manner exuding the grace and refinement of her upbringing.