The original Korean paragraph consists of 17 lines. Here is the verbatim English translation with the same number of lines:

After that incident, Do Han no longer came looking for Sarang in the mornings.

It was the same during lunch and when leaving work.

It was a natural outcome since she had mentioned marrying Yoon Jae.

In the office, they inevitably had to face each other, but with time, they could somewhat interact as work colleagues.

Sitting right next to each other, they could exchange formal greetings like ‘good morning,’ and occasionally they even had coffee together.

Of course, these were only possible because they were with other team members, but still, it was significant progress.

Most importantly, the heart that used to race wildly at the sight of him had now found much calm.

However, when they found themselves alone in the elevator or office, she still felt nervous and her heart fluttered.

She was learning that maintaining a certain distance was the only way to safely navigate work life.

“Ms. Sarang, did Mr. Ji from our team write the email sent to the General Affairs Team?”

When Sarang returned to her seat after copying documents for the afternoon meeting, Na Young called out to her.

“Yes. Is there a problem?”

“They called saying one document seems to be missing.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing? It’s not your fault. It’s surprising that Mr. Ji made a mistake. He’s been so perfect it seemed he lacked human touch.”

Sarang responded with a smile.

When she first joined the company, Na Young had always comforted her warmly whenever she made mistakes.

She had vowed to be a good senior to her juniors as Na Young had been to her, but as no new employees joined, she never had the chance.

Instead, she became Do Han’s mentor, but he never made even the smallest mistakes.

His success was not unfounded, as people would often say.

“Tell Mr. Ji when he comes and ask him to resend it. I have to step out now.”

“Okay, I will.”

Sarang bid farewell to Na Young, who was leaving the office, and glanced at the empty seat next to her.

He had left in a hurry, even forgetting his mobile phone.

There must have been a mistake in the email he sent in a rush.

Just as she was about to resume her work, Do Han’s phone vibrated.

Unintentionally, she glanced towards the sound.

That’s when she noticed the caller ID displayed on the phone.

Hye Ri.

Upon seeing that name, Sarang’s mind echoed with Do Han’s voice from five years ago.

‘Hye Ri is about to have surgery in the States.’

He had said he would go to the U.S. with his father.

After breaking up with Do Han, Sarang sometimes thought of Hye Ri.

Whether her surgery was a lie or if she was really that ill.

She had considered contacting Hye Ri, knowing her number, but ultimately never made the call.

If that was a lie too, it would only deepen her misery.

Lost in thought, the vibration of the phone stopped.

Just seeing Hye Ri’s name brought back the crushing feelings of the abrupt breakup.

At that moment, Do Han entered the office, momentarily overlaying the image of him from five years ago, announcing their breakup.

It was frustrating that he reappeared, reviving the intensely sad feelings from that time.

“Mr. Ji.”

Sarang couldn’t control her emotions.

She wasn’t rational enough to separate personal from professional matters.

“Yes.”
The original Korean paragraph consists of 23 lines. Here is the verbatim English translation with the same number of lines:

Feeling the stiffness in her tone, Do Han harbored doubts.

Why was she so angry?

Why did she look so sad?

Her face was so rigid that he was afraid to ask the reason.

“Did you check for any missing documents before sending the work email?”

Sarang wasn’t upset about the trivial matter of an email.

It was a mistake anyone could make, and it hadn’t caused any significant issues.

She should have just pointed out the mistake and asked for more careful attention in the future.

But she couldn’t do that.

She couldn’t treat Do Han like a regular colleague at work.

Her personal feelings got mixed up, and her anger found an excuse in his mistake.

“Mr. Ji, are you that perfect? If you’re so flawless, you shouldn’t make mistakes. You have time to smoke but not to check if you attached the right file? You’re not a novice in social life; shouldn’t you at least have the basics down?”

Sarang scolded him, picking on even the smell of cigarettes coming from him.

The more she did it, the more miserable she felt, but she couldn’t stop.

Was five years not enough to shake off the memories of their breakup?

She despised her own inability to cope, clenching her fists tightly.

Then, Do Sik’s voice came from behind Do Han.

“I called Mr. Ji out. I asked him to go smoke with me.”

Only then did Sarang snap back to reality.

She had poured out her angry heart, forgetting where she was.

“Even if Mr. Ji made a mistake, how can you scold him like that in front of the team members? No matter you’re his mentor, Mr. Ji has a higher position. That’s not polite.”