Certainly, here’s the English translation of the Korean paragraph you provided:
“This is a time marker.”
In Song Kang’s car heading towards Line’s house, silence filled the air. Line had been crying a lot, so it took some time to calm her emotions.
Song Kang briefly considered taking a different route instead of passing by the prosecutor’s office, but he decided to drive past it anyway. As they passed by, Line lowered her head.
“Raise your head,” Song Kang said in a low, steady voice.
“Those who should lower their heads in the face of Prosecutor Jin Line’s dismissal are them, not you. Even if they can’t do that, they will make sure they lower their heads in front of Prosecutor Jin Line. I will see to it.”
He was angry, but he hadn’t said it in anger. Line lifted her head at his words and gazed straight at the prosecutor’s office building.
It was the first time since leaving there. She fought back tears, closing her eyes tightly to hold them in.
Song Kang dropped Line off in front of her house and stood there until she entered the building.
However, for some reason, he walked in the opposite direction of her house. He got out of the car and followed her, worried.
Line’s destination was a convenience store. She filled a basket with as much beer as she could carry and stood in front of the checkout counter.
Her eyes were drawn to the cigarettes displayed behind the part-time worker. She felt an urgent desire to relieve her pent-up frustration, more than the terrifying warning images.
“Cigarettes, please.”
“Yes, which kind would you like?”
“Cigarettes.”
The part-time worker wore a perplexed expression, and Line, unable to understand the reason, stood there with the same expression.
“How many types of cigarettes are there on display at this convenience store that you’re making such an order?”
Song Kang handed his mobile card to the part-time worker.
“I don’t need cigarettes. Please ring it up.”
Line looked at Song Kang with a bewildered expression. He took the bag handed to him by the part-time worker and left the convenience store without a word.
“Hey…!”
Line followed behind Song Kang.
“Please.”
“I won’t take it. I’ll just look from here. It’s cold, and I’m not wearing gloves… You still haven’t fully recovered from your cold, have you?”
It was a cold that produced visible breath. Song Kang walked briskly, and Line, feeling embarrassed, walked alongside him.
“Some of those kids who started smoking when they were young are now adults and struggling to quit. Why is someone who knows better doing this?”
Line couldn’t find anything to argue with. She didn’t want to mention the questionable reason of it being a dietary supplement.
“I understand that neither alcohol nor cigarettes fundamentally solve the problem. I understand your frustration.”
Since he had been a source of comfort in her moments of frustration, Song Kang also felt responsible for her feelings.
“Is this the place?”
“Yes…”
Line received a bag containing beer in front of the officetel building.
“Please be careful.”
Song Kang turned around, and Line hesitated before calling out to him.
“Na Song…! No, Director!”
It was the first time Line had called him first.
“You haven’t eaten dinner. If you’re okay with it, would you like to come in and have a simple meal?”
He followed her inside. Line entered the code to open the door, and Song Kang hesitated, not entering the house right away.
“Please come in.”
Line guided him as if she were the host. Song Kang, stepping into her house, felt a bit awkward.
He didn’t immediately enter the house, and it wasn’t hesitation. He was looking for something. He was searching for house slippers.
“Why aren’t you coming in?”
“Do you not have slippers?”
Certainly, here’s the English translation of the Korean paragraph you provided:
“It’s quaint… Line took out another pair of slippers from the shoe rack and placed them in front of his feet. Only now did Song Kang take off his shoes, put on the house slippers, and enter the house.
The house seemed to be in the same condition as when he moved in, with only the essential appliances and furniture. For Line, the house was merely a place to sleep.
“I don’t usually eat at home, so there’s not much to eat.”
Although she knew that he didn’t only avoid eating at home… Song Kang nodded as if it didn’t matter.
There was only beer on the dining table. What Line had referred to as a simple meal was actually beer.
“Do you not eat snacks or junk food at all?”
Line nodded.
“I don’t eat things that are not good for my body, besides not eating healthy food compared to how much I avoid eating at home.”
It was a boast. He wondered if the beer she was holding in her hand could even be considered a health tonic.
When Line tried to open a canned beer, Song Kang took the can from her. Her delicate hands seemed like they might get hurt while opening the can. Line accepted a glass and took a sip of beer.
“Do you usually solve meals like this?”
“Well, yes.”
“Everyone has their own lifestyle.”
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
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