Peninsula: I'm being supported by a top idol.

Liu Zhimin found himself standing in an unfamiliar square without knowing when.

Beneath our feet were huge stone slabs, with tenacious weeds growing from the cracks.

All around are majestic ancient palaces with huge bracket sets, their flying eaves like eagles spreading their wings, oppressively shrouding the sky.

This place... resembles a royal palace from a movie or TV series, yet it exudes a cold and austere atmosphere that would never be found in a film studio.

Her gaze was involuntarily drawn to the solitary figure in the center of the square.

The man was tall and imposing, dressed in a suit of bright armor stained with dust and dark blood, the armor plates reflecting a cold luster in the pale sunlight.

He held an astonishingly long knife in his hand, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground, like an ancient statue of a war god.

All around were densely packed soldiers, each wielding a spear and a sword.

They formed a tight military formation, surrounding him like an iron barrel. The eyes beneath their helmet brims held undisguised killing intent and... a hint of indescribable fear.

Liu Zhimin's heart clenched.

She saw the face clearly—stained with blood and dust, yet still sharply defined, with eyes beneath sword-like eyebrows that she would never mistake.

Cui Shian.

How could it be him?

Why is he here? And dressed like that…

Suddenly, an inexplicable and heart-wrenching panic gripped her!

She found herself uncontrollably reaching forward, shouting something at the top of her lungs towards the figure surrounded by thousands of soldiers.

She couldn't hear her own voice; she could only feel the tearing pain in her throat and the almost explosive anxiety in her chest.

"Hurry up and run—!!!"

As if he had heard her call, the blood-soaked general slowly turned his head amidst the heavy encirclement.

His gaze pierced through the cold blades and landed precisely on her face.

Then, a smile appeared on his lips, a warm and gentle smile that was both incredibly familiar and utterly out of place in this situation.

The moment he smiled, the surrounding soldiers moved!

Like a dam breaking, the silent army erupted in deafening battle cries, and countless gleaming weapons transformed into a torrent of steel, surging towards the lone figure in the center of the square!

"kill--!!"

"No—!" Liu Zhimin heard himself scream.

What followed was the most tragic and shocking scene she had ever seen.

Cui Shi'an also made a move.

The longsword in his hand transformed into a roaring silver dragon, each swing accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air.

He didn't retreat a single step; instead, he used himself as the axis and danced out a domain of death.

Blood splattered wildly around him like ink, severed limbs and broken blades flew up constantly, and with each step he took, several soldiers fell down with cries of agony.

He was like a true demon god, stirring up a storm of blood and carnage among the crowd, with corpses piling up rapidly at his feet.

Liu Zhimin was heartbroken at the sight. The worry that came from the depths of her soul made her forget everything. She desperately wanted to rush over and run to his side.

Only then did she realize that her arms and shoulders were being held tightly by two female eunuchs dressed in court attire with expressionless faces, making it impossible for her to break free at all.

She could only watch helplessly as he fought in the sea of ​​blood.

After an unknown amount of time, the shouts of battle gradually faded away.

The soldiers who rushed forward have all turned into cold corpses at his feet.

He stood alone in the square.

He was covered in blood, leaning on the ring-pommel sword that had been hacked open countless times, breathing heavily.

Thick blood dripped continuously from his armor, pooling into a small puddle of dark red mud at his feet.

Finally, as if he had exhausted his last bit of strength, he suddenly knelt down on one knee, only managing to stay upright by using his knife to support himself.

However, his head remained stubbornly held high, his gaze piercing through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, once again firmly locking onto her.

His lips moved with difficulty, over and over again.

Liu Zhimin held her breath, desperately trying to decipher his lip movements.

What is he saying?

Holy crap! What is he even saying?!

"don't want--!!"

Liu Zhimin shouted and suddenly sat up in bed, his chest heaving violently, his pajamas soaked with cold sweat.

Her gaze swept across the room, her eyes slowly shifting from fear to relief.

It turns out it was all just a dream...

Why would I dream about him? Was it because of the car accident?

The way he looked at himself at the end was exactly the same as the way he looked at the scene of the car accident.

Thinking of this, Liu Zhimin suddenly felt a pang of fear, and a bold guess surfaced in his mind.

Did Attorney Kim lie to her? Is Choi Si-an actually dead?

Was it just to keep her from worrying and affecting her career that he deliberately said the other party was fine?

After all, this kind of thing has happened before in the entertainment industry!

Moreover, Attorney Kim's words that day were indeed full of loopholes. He clearly saw Choi Si-an fall to the ground seriously injured, and even the paramedics said that he could not be saved. However, Attorney Kim said that Choi Si-an was not only not dead, but also alive and kicking.

Is this even possible?

"Unnie?" A worried call brought Yoo Jimin back to reality.

She looked up and saw a tiny, cat-like head peeking in through the bedroom doorway: "Are you alright, unnie?"

A gentle smile appeared on Liu Zhimin's pale face: "Oh, it's Ningning~ Come in~"

The girl slipped inside: "Are you really okay? I could hear your voice from my room."

"It's nothing, just a nightmare." Liu Zhimin pulled her hand and sat her down on the edge of the bed, gently pinching her soft, white cheek, his tone full of affection.

"Aigoo, if you care about unnie so much, why didn't you agree to sleep with unnie last night~"

"Hehehe..." The girl chuckled dryly twice, "I want to too, but unnie snores when she sleeps~"

"Huh?" Liu Zhimin scolded, quickly reaching out to tickle her. "You brat, how dare you accuse me of snoring?"

The girl giggled and dodged left and right, but she couldn't escape Liu Zhimin's nimble hands. Instead, she was pulled into Liu Zhimin's arms and continued to tease her.

"Oh my, you seem to have gained weight again! Take your hand away, unnie wants to eat some meat~"

As Liu Zhimin spoke, he deliberately opened and closed his neat teeth, as if he really wanted to bite.

The girl's face flushed red. With great effort, she managed to break free from her clutches, quickly stood up, and said fiercely:

"Ugh, it's because unnie is so weird that nobody wants to sleep with you!"

"Huh?" Liu Zhimin threw off the covers and jumped out of bed, ready to continue teasing his teammate, but a crisp collision sound interrupted his actions.

A triangular metal block lay on the ground.

"What's this?" Ningning looked at the ground curiously. "Is it Unnie's new jewelry?"

Liu Zhimin quickly picked up the metal piece and casually tossed it into the drawer: "It's nothing, just a clasp that fell off my bag."

The girl didn't think much of it and casually replied:

"By the way, unnie, the manager brought the new album this morning and said we should sign it so we can give it to people when we go on TV to promote it."

After listening, Liu Zhimin seemed to be deep in thought, then his eyes lit up:

"Go and call everyone to the living room. I have something for you to do."