As she spoke, she was about to bow to me.

Mark immediately helped her up, his eyes cold:

"Yu Nanqing, don't go too far."

"Sarah didn't mean to. Get over it."

How many times has he been angry with me for Sarah's sake?

I can't remember.

Not wanting to be involved in this farce, I left with the box in my arms.

I was tripped by a foot as I passed Sarah.

Mark's eyes narrowed as he tried to help me, but it was too late.

I fell to the ground, the contents of the box scattered everywhere, and my wrist was scratched.

Mark stepped forward and reached out his hand to me.

Then, as if he saw something, he picked up two letters from the ground.

"Resignation letter? And another one is..."

I quickly stood up and snatched the letter from his hand in a panic:

"I can clean it up myself. Don't mess it up for me."

Not expecting me to react so strongly, Mark stared at me in shock.

"You want to resign?"

I opened my mouth, not knowing how to explain. Mark suddenly laughed.

"If you resign, won't there be a job opening?"

"If Sarah gets a regular job, I'll feel more at ease."

The words of explanation got stuck in my mouth, and I gave him a deep look. I was too lazy to pick up anything and left the office directly.

After handing in my resignation letter, I accidentally ran into the man holding a box and waiting at the school gate.

Seeing me come out, Mark handed me the box with a pursed lip.

"Your stuff."

My expression softened, and just as I was about to thank him, Mark continued:

"Can you write Sarah a letter of recommendation? That way, she'll have a better chance of getting a permanent position."

A gust of wind blew, as if sand had blown into my eyes.

I rubbed my sore eyes and said lightly:

"Okay."

Consider it a repayment for the years of marriage.

Getting the answer he wanted, Mark smiled, then thought of something and asked me:

"What about you? What's your new job?"

I turned my head and casually explained:

"A teacher at another school."

Mark nodded, as if relieved.

He put down the box and hugged me.

"Nanqing, I'm lucky to have married you."

"After I'm done with this, I'll definitely take you home and have a good drink with Dad."

I leaned against him, my chest tightening.

It's too late. Everything is too late.

Mark was about to say something when Sarah came over.

"Mark, I'm not feeling well. Let's go home first."

I glanced at her rosy complexion and took the initiative to leave Mark's arms.

As expected, he let go of me, looking panicked.

"I'll take Sarah home first. We'll talk later."

Mark put his arm around Sarah, as if treating a treasure with care.

Without stopping him, I calmly squatted down, picked up the box, and threw it into the trash can as I passed by.

I don't want anything that Mark has touched.

On the last day of leaving, I made a good meal to say goodbye to my friends.

They were basically Mark's teammates.

I heard them cheering when I brought out the last dish.

"Captain Mark, would you and Ms. Sarah like to have a cross-cupped wedding drink?"

"Yeah, let's do it."

Sarah was sitting next to Mark, her face flushed.

"Don't mess around. Mark has a wife."