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Chapter 149

Cui Shi'an recounted everything he had experienced from his dream in detail.

After hearing this, Shen Youna remained silent for a long time, her eyes wandering, as if her thoughts had drifted to that distant and unfamiliar era.

Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she got up and ran into the bedroom, quickly coming out with a tablet computer, her fingers flying across the screen.

Perhaps they were trying to find some real-world evidence to support their dreams from the vast amount of information available online.

Cui Shi'an did not stop him or make a sound to disturb him. He simply sat quietly in place, sipping the remaining wine in his glass.

He understands this feeling; some things, in the end, you have to experience and confirm for yourself.

Just like he is still searching for a more complete puzzle of his past life.

After a long while, Shin Yuna finally raised her head, her face filled with deep confusion: "Oppa—the internet says—aren't Tang, Silla, and Baekje—enemies?"

"Yes," Cui Shi'an put down his wine glass, looking at her with a hint of helplessness. "Didn't I explain that history in detail during the live stream? You didn't secretly doze off again while I was engrossed in your explanation, did you?"

"Haha—" Shin Yuna was caught off guard and immediately gave an embarrassed, sheepish smile.

But then, as if struck by this realization, she uttered a startling statement: "So that means—Jimin unnie and I—were actually enemies in our past lives?!"

Cui Shi'an's hand, which was about to grab the wine bottle, paused slightly in mid-air.

He met the girl's shocked gaze and calmly nodded: "Silla and Tang joined forces and ultimately destroyed Baekje, so strictly speaking, it wasn't just her, but also me at that time—"

To you, they are also enemies.

"Then why should I save her—" Shen Youna retorted subconsciously. Halfway through her sentence, a flash of memory struck her mind: the reason "Jie Lianhua" gave when facing her uncle's questioning in her dream—the reason for saving people was "to take the opportunity to restore the country."

Then her words came to an abrupt halt, and she fell silent once more, her brows furrowing unconsciously.

Seeing her conflicted expression, Cui Shi'an sighed inwardly and gently comforted her, "You Na, those are all things that happened a thousand years ago, long ago, and they happened to Jie Lianhua and Cui Yuan, who are completely different from us."

"In this life, you are Shin Yoo-na, and she is Yoo Ji-min. In this life, you are close colleagues and friends. Don't let the grudges from the past life become a burden in this life."

"Ne—" Shen You-na nodded as if she understood, picked up her wine glass, and silently took a big gulp.

For her, this information was too massive and disruptive, and it would indeed take time to digest and understand it.

But she is still Shen Youna, full of curiosity and drive.

Setting down her wine glass, she pressed on, unwilling to give up, "Does Oppa know who poisoned you back then? And why was the wound on your back so severe—could it be that the Silla people did all this?"

Cui Shi'an shook his head, a hint of confusion in his eyes: "I'm still figuring out the specific details and inside story; the fragments of my memory are incomplete."

He suddenly remembered a crucial point and asked in return, "By the way, how did you suddenly start having these dreams? Have you had similar experiences before?"

Shin Yuna herself only had a vague understanding, tilting her head and trying hard to recall: "Hmm—I can't really explain it clearly, but it seems that after the accident and injury in the company basement last time, I started having intermittent dreams, and three times in a row, I dreamed about things related to Oppa—"

Upon hearing this, Cui Shi'an frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

He remembered that Shin Yuna's arm was indeed injured that day—

His gaze unconsciously drifted to her arm, the one that had been injured before.

"How did you get injured that day? Do you remember the specifics?"

"I remember," Shin Yuna replied quickly, "It was Jimin unnie who shot an arrow at that horrible shrine, and the arrow bounced back like it hit a wall, grazing my arm and leaving a cut."

Arrows!

A sudden inspiration struck Cui Shi'an, and he immediately understood.

So that's how it is—this is what Hera meant by "being marked with the soul's imprint"!

That ancient arrow that could pierce through dreams could, after wounding someone, cause their soul to rewind time!

Upon understanding this, he was both shocked and a thought vaguely emerged in his mind.

He then looked at Shen Youna again, a hint of inquiry in his eyes: "Youna, have you dreamed about her since your wound healed?"

Shen Youna shook her head: "No, I haven't dreamed about it since the scab fell off."

Cui Shi'an pondered for a moment, his gaze turning serious: "Then—if you had the chance now, would you still want to dream about your past life again? Or rather, would you dare to try it again?"

Shin Yuna felt her heart tighten slightly as she looked at the expectation hidden in his eyes.

The girl didn't answer immediately. She bit her lower lip and asked in return, "If—if I could dream about my past life again, would it—be helpful to Oppa?"

Meeting her clear gaze, Cui Shi'an nodded without any pretense and with complete honesty: "Yes, your dream may be an important clue for me to find more fragments of my memory and figure out the truth of what happened back then."

After hearing this, she replied almost without hesitation: "Okay, then I'd like to give it a try!"

Cui Shian quietly looked at the composed girl in front of him.

He knew that the word "want" contained curiosity about the mysterious past, but more so because his words could help him. This pure intention and trust moved and warmed his heart.

Thinking of this, Cui Shi'an grabbed the wine bottle on the table and, under the girl's worried gaze, gulped it down his throat!

He slammed the bottle down when it was half empty, then looked sincerely at the person opposite him and said, "Thank you, Youna."

Shin Yuna waved her hand, a bright yet slightly embarrassed smile on her face: "I should be thanking Oppa! If it weren't for Oppa, I might still be controlled by that evil spirit, and I don't know what would have become of me!"

The atmosphere eased, and Choi Si-an smiled, then suddenly remembered something important, his expression turning serious: "Yo-na, there's one more thing—about your past life's 'Lotus Flower' being connected to me, and about how you might help me regain my memories through dreams—for now, please don't tell Ji-min, okay?"

Shin Yuna was taken aback, her eyes showing obvious confusion: "Why, Oppa? Wouldn't it be better if the three of us worked together to come up with a solution? Besides, Jimin unnie—"

Her words trailed off, because Cui Shi'an didn't explain, but remained silent, his gaze fixed on a certain point in the void, appearing somewhat profound and unfathomable.

It's not that he doesn't trust Liu Zhimin.

He's just—not sure yet.

It was uncertain who wanted him dead, and even more uncertain whether the Silla princess, who seemed willing to sacrifice everything for the fate of the Silla kingdom, would "put righteousness before family."

However, for him now, Xi Yuanjie is Xi Yuanjie, and Liu Zhimin is Liu Zhimin. Their positions in their past and present lives are different, and they cannot be confused.

But precisely because of this, before everything comes to light, he doesn't want any more complicated past life entanglements to interfere with their current relationship, so as not to cause her unnecessary trouble.

Looking at his profile as he remained silent for a long time, with his tightly pursed lips and slightly furrowed brows, Shen Youna seemed to sense a trace of the heaviness and consideration in his heart.

She didn't press for a reason, but simply nodded gently, her tone equally earnest: "Yes, Oppa, don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

After saying that, she picked up the seafood pot, which had cooled down a bit, and gently stirred it with a spoon, trying to rekindle the atmosphere. She muttered softly, "The soup is almost cold—Oppa, should we heat it up?"

Cui Shi'an snapped out of his thoughts, looking at her trying to liven up the atmosphere. The deep look in his eyes softened, and a gentle smile returned: "Okay, then you go heat it up."

Shin Yuna had originally planned to go by herself, but after hearing this, she deliberately stopped, put her hands behind her back, and acted like a little delinquent: "Why do you want me to go? Didn't I take care of you enough in our past life? I'm Oppa's savior~"

Choi Si-an was taken aback for a moment, then smiled gently: "Oh dear, my benefactor~ Oppa will go heat it up for you right away~"

After saying that, he picked up the box and went to the kitchen.

As a result, Shin Yuna felt bored being alone in the living room, so she followed him in, still acting like a "savior": "Oppa, do you know how to use the stove? You look clumsy."

Cui Shi'an turned around and smiled at her: "Why don't you do it?"

"Tch." She crossed her arms, raised her pointed chin, and her flushed cheeks gave her a haughty look: "I don't want to!"

"How about those oppas pour you a glass of water? My benefactor~"

"Ha~" She couldn't help but grin, almost bursting out laughing, then deliberately put on a serious face: "Okay~"