The original Korean paragraph consists of 50 lines. I will translate it verbatim into English, maintaining the same number of lines in the translation.
There was exactly one good thing about injuring my hand.
I didn’t have to run around the neighborhood half-asleep at 6 in the morning.
For the first time since Yunjae moved next door, Sarang could skip her morning exercise.
Though she intended to get up leisurely, habit frighteningly woke her at the same time.
As soon as Jiwoo received Yunjae’s call, he left the house, and Sarang lay in bed for a while, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Wondering why she kept thinking about Dohan.
Having met him in person yesterday and seen his face in her dreams until just a moment ago made his image clearer.
“I must really have no pride.”
She was astounded that he still lingered in her heart after being treated that way.
She couldn’t just see him as a mere coworker.
Just looking at him angered her, and hearing his voice made her furious.
When he called her name, she felt like a cry of rage would burst out.
‘Sarang.’
“Sigh.”
Sarang sat up abruptly.
Dohan’s voice echoed in her ears all night, preventing her from sleeping.
“Why all of a sudden…”
Even though she hadn’t heard her name from him, she never doubted his affection during their relationship.
That’s why she could be unconcerned about her name.
But after breaking up, it all seemed like a delusion.
To him, maybe she was just an object of curiosity, unworthy of even being called affectionately.
Otherwise, how could she have faced such a miserable breakup?
But ‘Sarang.’
As if they never broke up, as if he called her name daily, so naturally ‘Sarang.’
“Why on earth…”
And his gaze.
She couldn’t face his eyes looking at her as if she were someone special to him.
Maybe he lost his memory.
Could he have developed amnesia due to an accident and regressed five years back?
Such an absurd thought made Sarang shake her head.
“Why did you appear?”
Each time she thought of him, the question ‘why’ followed her.
And eventually, it turned towards herself.
“Why am I doing this?”
Whether I ended up working at the same company as my ex, even in the same team, it shouldn’t matter if I had moved on.
Just maintaining a proper distance as coworkers would suffice.
But why am I so bothered by him?
Why does my heart race like when I was twenty and he was my entire world, making me want to beat my chest?
Sarang noticed too late that her hand was wrapped in a bandage, as she was tapping her stifled chest.
That reminded her again of Dohan.
His face contorted at the sight of her hand reddened by spilled coffee.
He behaved as if his treasured possession had been scratched, which was disconcerting.
Suddenly, Sarang’s face flushed.
The memory of her hand, burned by coffee, being held tightly in his large hand flashed before her eyes.
Even though she ran cold water over her hand, the heat didn’t dissipate due to his grip.
It seemed not her hand, but rather her heart, was burned.
Sarang finally got out of bed.
Hoping that leaving the room would rid her thoughts of him, she opened the door and stepped out.
The original Korean paragraph contains 50 lines. I will translate it into English verbatim, maintaining the same number of lines in the translation.
Jiwoo and Yunjae had just returned from their workout.
“I’ll shower first and then help you wash your hair.”
“Just wash your face, what’s the big deal?”
“No. You need to wash your hair, put on makeup, and wear your prettiest outfit to work.”
Jiwoo, after pouring out a bucket of insults about Dohan last night, was determined to make him regret breaking up with Sarang.
Insisting that she needed to show she was doing well without him, Jiwoo was excited about getting skin care and shopping for clothes.
Sarang chuckled at this, and Jiwoo hurried into the bathroom to shower.
Thirsty, Sarang opened the fridge when Yunjae handed her a cup of water.
Sarang raised her thumb in approval, thinking friends are the best, and sat at the dining table, gulping down the water.
“Are you really okay?”
Yunjae, sitting across from her, looked worried.
He was shocked to hear that Dohan would be working with Sarang.
He couldn’t believe such a thing was possible.
Yunjae worried for her, wondering how shocked Sarang must have been.
“It’s a bit uncomfortable, but at least I got to skip morning exercise because of the injury.”
Sarang, realizing what Yunjae was asking, deliberately showed her bandaged hand and changed the topic.
She had shown her vulnerable side in front of Jiwoo and Yunjae after breaking up with Dohan.
She’d stare blankly while drinking and sometimes shed tears.
It took a long time to regain her smile.
It was a painfully intense first love.
Out of guilt from that time, Sarang didn’t want to burden her friends again.
Perhaps sensing her feelings, Yunjae faintly smiled and shifted his gaze to her injured hand.
“It’s just for today. You need to build up your stamina.”
“What does burning my hand have to do with stamina?”
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
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After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
