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Cui Shi'an was somewhat disappointed.

This meeting with the other party yielded no useful information or clues whatsoever, and they didn't even know what the other party looked like.

"Does she really have to wear that damn mask?"

"Is his/her identity really that mysterious?"

"Damn it..."

After watching Liu Zhimin get into the car, Cui Shi'an stood on the side of the street cursing. Now that there were no clues, he felt like a headless fly.

Liu Zhimin saw his lonely figure in the rearview mirror, and for some reason, a sense of guilt rose in her heart.

But she quickly adjusted her mindset:

"He just had a nightmare, which happened to coincide with the time of my car accident. As for the content of the dream, it might just be a projection of his heroic tendencies, or... he's been watching too many period dramas?"

"Or is it some new type of PUA tactic? First, they use the debt of saving my life to get closer, then they fabricate a bizarre story to arouse my curiosity and sympathy, making me feel that we have a special 'fate connection,' and finally achieve some goal... like swindling money or sex?"

"Or... could he just be mentally ill? Did he suffer a head injury in the car accident and develop some delusions?"

On the way back to the dormitory, Liu Zhimin kept trying to figure out Cui Shi'an's intentions.

Past life?

Stop being funny!

This is a high-tech era, how could there be such an ethereal thing as a past life or an afterlife?

Moreover, my dream was completely different from his dream!

It must be a coincidence!

Yes, that must be it!

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After figuring this out, Liu Zhimin felt inexplicably much better. While cleaning out his backpack, he accidentally touched the small metal piece again.

Is this called an arrowhead?

She took it out and sat on the edge of the bed to examine it carefully.

The exterior looks quite old.

According to him, this thing really is an antique?

She even picked up an arrow and gestured it in front of her chest, imagining the scene in Cui Shi'an's dream where the woman was shot to death.

"Pierced straight into the chest?"

hiss…

She suddenly shivered. How much pain must that have caused?

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt a sense of disgust towards the arrowhead and directly opened the trash can lid.

"Smack."

The lid was closed, but the arrowhead remained in her palm.

Regardless of whether Cui Shi'an's words were true or false, she had to verify them.

Because there are indeed many suspicious points about this matter, it seems that every time I have those dreams, this arrowhead is either beside me or under my pillow.

Okay, even if these are all coincidences.

But how could someone like me, who never reads poetry, recite a poem I don't recognize in my dream?

You know, dreams are often related to experiences or thoughts, and my Chinese isn't that good...

Moreover, the accent in the dream didn't sound like modern Chinese...

There's a problem, there's definitely a problem!

Liu Zhimin felt that the Catholic worldview she had been raised with since childhood was being challenged.

Actually, she was already a little confused when Cui Shi'an said those last few words at the coffee shop.

Although she still didn't quite believe the other party's nonsense about past lives, she had to keep the initiative in her own hands in case anything happened!

That's why I changed my mind at the last minute and didn't hand over the arrowheads.

Okay, since the other party says that having strange dreams is because of this thing, let's verify it and see if it's true!

Liu Zhimin lifted the pillow and carefully placed the item inside.

"what?"

As Ningning passed by the bedroom door, she saw her lying stiffly on the bed with her hands folded in front of her chest, and couldn't help but wonder:

"Unnie, are you perhaps playing a corpse?"

Liu Zhimin, with his eyes closed, hummed, "Shut up."

"Um~" Ningning stuck out her tongue: "Do you want me to close the door for you?"

"Um…"

So Ningning closed the door, but less than half a second later, she pushed the door open a crack and poked her head in:

"Unnie, are you asleep so early?"

"Um."

"Aren't you going to wash up?"

Liu Zhimin frowned, but kept his eyes closed: "Hmm."

Ningning's lips curled into a look of disgust: "Unnie is so dirty."

"Ah!" Liu Zhimin couldn't hold it in any longer, grabbed a pillow and jumped out of bed!

Ningning reacted even faster, closing the door and gripping the doorknob tightly, giving her no chance to retaliate.

"Hey! Open the door right now!"

Ningning was laughing hysterically outside: "Isn't Unnie going to sleep? Go to sleep already~ Haha~"

"You brat!" Liu Zhimin roared from inside, "You're dead meat when I get out!"

"Haha, then unnie has to be able to come out too~"

"What are you two doing?" Jin Dongtian, wearing pajamas and with a toothbrush in her mouth, walked by.

"Just teasing Jimin unnie~"

"childish."

"Want to play together?" Ningning sent a duo queue invitation: "Unnie is so strong."

"good!"

Several minutes later, Liu Zhimin stormed out of the living room in a fit of rage and started pulling Ningning's buttocks repeatedly.

After she finished pulling, she brushed a stray hair from her forehead and looked at the stunned Jin Dongtian:

"Were you involved too?"

Jin Dongtian shivered and quickly denied it: "No! I was just brushing my teeth!"

"Unnie has it!" Ningning hurriedly got up and sat on the floor to complain.

"Ningning, you traitor!" Jin Dongtian turned and ran back to her room...

"stop!"

"Don't run away!"

Liu Zhimin heard someone shouting.

But the two people in the woods ahead were neither Ningning nor Jin Dongtian.

It is a man and a woman.

The two staggered, supporting each other, as if they were fleeing for their lives.

Did you dream again?

Liu Zhimin followed.

The man's tall and imposing figure, and the woman's slender yet resilient posture, both gave her a suffocating feeling of heart palpitations.

A river lies across the way.

The small boat was moored forlornly on the shore.

The woman struggled to push the man onto the sampan, then hurriedly went to untie the mooring rope.

The movements were hasty and decisive, carrying a heartbreaking sense of familiarity.

Liu Zhimin's heart was pounding faster and faster. She seemed to know what was about to happen, and a huge panic gripped her.

She wanted to shout, to stop them, but no sound came out.

Then, the arrow—like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows—slashed through the air with precision and ruthlessness!

"puff!"

A muffled thud.

Liu Zhimin watched helplessly as the arrow pierced through the woman's body.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

She saw the woman, despite being wounded by an arrow, grit her teeth and push the small boat toward the center of the river.

She also saw Choi Si-an, his face contorted in anger, roaring as he tried to pull the woman away.

As the small boat drifted downstream towards the center of the river, the woman also fell headfirst into the water, her skirt swaying on the surface, looking as beautiful and tragic as a snow lotus.

"Am I going to die like this?"

A cold question, like a poisoned dagger, suddenly pierced Liu Zhimin's mind.

Suddenly, as if possessed, she sat up abruptly in bed, her forehead covered in cold sweat.

The immense shock and the indescribable absurdity of "witnessing one's own death" left her feeling cold all over.

"Could what he said be true?"

"Reincarnation really exists??"

Liu Zhimin looked out the window at the night sky; it was still dark.

But she was no longer sleepy.

Because a deeper question arose in my mind:

"But...why is this different from the previous dreams?"

"Why...why am I like a bystander...watching 'myself'...die this time?"