The original Korean paragraph consists of 36 lines. Here is the verbatim English translation with the same number of lines:
He hadn’t planned to do anything.
He joined Seohan Electronics just to be in the same space as Eun Woo, knowing she was engaged to someone else.
Just seeing her face was enough, he had thought, grateful just for her presence.
But if Yoon Jae wasn’t a decent person, it was a different story.
He would steal her away by any means necessary.
He didn’t care if he became a villain for snatching a woman with a boyfriend.
Already shameless and conscience-free, what more did he have to lose?
Do Han had resolved to be by Eun Woo’s side from now on.
“What did you just say?”
Eun Woo, having taken fever medicine, felt her head heat up again.
Do Han always seemed harmful to her.
Every time she saw him, either her head or heart ached.
“Break up with Yoon Jae.”
“Why should I?”
Eun Woo scoffed, bewildered at his audacity to meddle in her relationship.
“Even if you kiss another man, Yoon Jae doesn’t care. Why bother with him?”
She laughed longer this time.
“I’ve dated a guy who didn’t care if I dined or drank with other men. Guess that’s my type.”
“Don’t you remember? I told you not to drink with other men.”
Do Han’s heart constricted.
That other man had been Yoon Jae all along.
He had been irate when they said they were drinking together, never imagining they would end up getting married.
“I don’t remember. I’ve erased all memories related to you.”
“Then you have no reason to quit.”
Eun Woo was speechless.
Not minding him meant there was no reason to quit.
Thinking of quitting implied she was still conscious of him.
“I don’t want to discuss personal matters.”
Drawing a line, Eun Woo took out a small box from her bag and placed it before him.
It was the ring he had given her, intended to be returned at work but now conveniently here.
She regretted not returning it sooner but couldn’t take her eyes off the box.
“Sorry for returning it late.”
Opening the box, Do Han saw the birthday gift ring inside, then closed it.
“Deal with it as you see fit. Throw or sell it.”
“Wait.”
Eun Woo, about to insist he take it back, paused as he stood up.
“Take care of yourself. See you at work tomorrow.”
Do Han hurriedly left the café.
He didn’t want the ring back.
Though they couldn’t share it, it was meant for Eun Woo from the start.
Alone, Eun Woo stared at the solitary box on the table.
At twenty, she had wanted a couple ring, believing she’d never find anyone she loved as much as Do Han.
The original Korean paragraph consists of 36 lines. Here is the verbatim English translation with the same number of lines:
Her heart still clung to it, wanting to keep at least that ring, but now it was left right before her eyes.
Lost in thought about what to do with it, Sa Rang pondered deeply.
Then, Do Han reappeared and sat down in the same spot as before.
“Sorry, I left first.”
He was panting, as if he had run back.
Sa Rang narrowed her eyes at him.
“Why do you keep coming back and apologizing?”
It was the same when they went to the hospital to remove her bandages.
After she scolded him for following her, Do Han hurried ahead, saying he was late for his appointment, but then he came back apologizing.
Even though he said he would leave first.
Sa Rang thought it was strange then, and now he had run back to apologize, making her curious about the reason.
“That day, I left before you.”
“Which day?”
“The day I said let’s break up. At the café in front of the school.”
Sa Rang finally realized which day he was referring to.
The cruel day when he unilaterally announced their breakup and passed by her.
She had been left alone in the café, crying as if her tear ducts had broken.
Her face instantly stiffened.
“I should have slapped you that day. It would have been better if you had left first.”
Suddenly, a surge of old hurt welled up in Sa Rang’s heart, making her eyes burn.
“I’ve always regretted leaving you there alone.”
“Just for that? After talking casually hours before, and then suddenly appearing to break up? You weren’t bothered by making me think you were sharing a ring with another woman?”
“I thought it was better that way. Better if you misunderstood and forgot someone like me.”
“Why? Why did I have to do that? Why did we have to break up?”
Sa Rang, who couldn’t understand, asked directly.
She didn’t want to reconnect their past relationship but needed to know.
She had run away in confusion yesterday, but today, she decided not to flee.
It seemed the only way to truly forget him.
“If we hadn’t broken up then…”
Do Han swallowed his words.
After a pause, he continued.
“I would have remained a terrible person to you.”
Sa Rang’s eyes questioned what he meant.
Do Han knew this alone wasn’t enough explanation.
Deciding where to start, how to say it, after five years it wasn’t easy.
He sighed deeply and began a long story.
“When I was twelve, my mother passed away. The next year, my father remarried…”
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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