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

"Who...who said I believed that??"

Liu Zhimin was a little nervous, and his speech became somewhat incoherent:

"It's clearly...it's you who's making things so ridiculous. Why would you describe someone as a murderer out of the blue?"

Cui Shi'an chuckled; it was indeed quite outrageous.

He felt that the girl in front of him was clearly a chaebol heiress who was not very scheming but had a very stubborn personality. How could he have fallen for someone like that?

Was I also a fool in my past life?

"You really didn't encounter anything strange?" He rubbed his face and asked, looking slightly tired.

"No!" Liu Zhimin denied, while also trying to get information out of him:

"What did you mean by what someone told you? Did you go to a fortune teller?"

"Anyway, there is such a person." He didn't want to tell the other person about Hara, nor could he.

After all, it's impossible for a messenger from hell to risk violating the rules by revealing his true form in front of mortals and come all the way here to prove it to him.

The key point is that he can't control Hera either.

"What exactly did the sorceress say? Did she say I killed you? Is that what she meant?"

"No, it's not that... it's more like I died because of you in my past life."

"How did he die?" Liu Zhimin asked again, a question that was also troubling her.

"I don't know. I accidentally lost that arrowhead, and I don't have any specific information."

"Didn't you say that arrowheads could appear in dreams? Before you lost the arrowheads, didn't you dream about anything else?"

"I've already told you everything I know; it's about being hunted down in ancient times, right?"

Liu Zhimin paused for a moment. Judging from Cui Shi'an's reaction, it seemed that she knew a little more than the other party.

However… she also had many questions.

"What era is 'ancient'? There are so many ancient times, like the Cao County era? The Goryeo era?"

Cui Shi'an pictured the skirt of the woman pushing the boat: "I currently speculate that it should be from the Tang Dynasty."

Liu Zhimin's eyelashes trembled slightly, because Ningning also said that the poem she recited was from the Tang Dynasty, and she quickly and silently memorized it:

"The Tang Dynasty? That's several hundred years ago, isn't it?"

"...It's been over a thousand years, okay??" Cui Shi'an was speechless. He had thought the other person kept asking because they knew something, but now they seemed like a curious history idiot...

Liu Zhimin's cheeks flushed; she seemed to see a hint of disdain in Cui Shi'an's eyes, and a surge of anger welled up inside her.

"What's so great about knowing history? I've been reading about the ancient history of the Korean Peninsula lately, okay? I just haven't gotten to that part yet!"

"Really?" Cui Shi'an asked with amusement. "Then may I ask where you were in your reading?"

"Tan-gun..." Liu Zhi-min's voice unconsciously lowered, then, as if to prove that he had indeed read the book, he hurriedly added:

"That's the one... the illegitimate son of the god Hwan-eun, who descended to earth with the Wind God, Rain Master, and Cloud Master to establish ancient Joseon..."

She tried hard to recall the mythical descriptions in the book, but the more she talked, the more something seemed off.

Under Cui Shi'an's ambiguous gaze, these words, which originally seemed solemn in the book, now appeared exceptionally... childish.

Cui Shi'an finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, shaking his head: "The first page, right?"

"I only started reading it yesterday!" Liu Zhimin emphasized, embarrassed and annoyed.

"What's so great about reading fictional biographies? Listen to me, turn the page."

When Cui Shi'an said this, his tone carried an unquestionable certainty, a confidence that only someone who has been immersed in their professional field for a long time could naturally exude.

Liu Zhimin was slightly taken aback.

That aura... she was all too familiar with it.

When she stands in the center of the stage, under the spotlight, as the music begins and the lights converge, with all the cameras and eyes focused on her, she carries that confidence as she completes every movement and takes control of the entire performance.

That was her domain, her kingdom.

And now, in this small corner of the café, amidst the discussion of vague and ethereal topics about past lives, she actually sensed something strange emanating from this guy she secretly called a "lunatic."

A near-dazzling sense of control based on absolute professionalism and competence.

She pursed her lips, a corner of her heart reluctantly admitting: So this guy... isn't entirely without charm after all...

The moment that thought crossed her mind, she suddenly saw Cui Shi'an sitting opposite her light up and a very kind, even warm, smile bloom on his face.

Was he... smiling at me?

Why are you smiling so brightly all of a sudden? It's kind of embarrassing...

Liu Zhimin's heart skipped a beat, startled by that sudden smile, so different from his previous teasing or tired expression.

Almost subconsciously, she tilted her head slightly, her fingers instinctively reaching to tuck non-existent stray hairs behind her ear to conceal her momentary panic.

However, before her fingertips could even touch her hair, Cui Shi'an's gaze had already passed over her shoulder, and he raised his hand towards the direction behind her, calling out in a bright voice:

"Senior, over here."

Senior?

Liu Zhimin froze instantly, overwhelmed by a feeling that was hard to describe—a mix of embarrassment and disappointment.

She subconsciously turned around following Cui Shi'an's gaze and saw a tall and beautiful figure approaching—it was the girl who had been with him in the sauna before!

Song Zhiya walked to the table, her gaze naturally falling on Liu Zhimin, with a hint of polite inquiry, silently asking Cui Shi'an about her identity with her eyes.

"It's someone I know," Cui Shi'an explained casually. "We just happened to run into each other and chatted for a bit."

An acquaintance... a chance encounter...

These words, like tiny needles, gently pricked Liu Zhimin's heart.

She quickly lowered her eyelashes, using the act of fiddling with her coffee cup to mask her inexplicable emotional turmoil.

Song Zhiya nodded knowingly, gave Liu Zhimin a polite but distant smile as a greeting, and then turned to Cui Shi'an to get to the point:

"I've already contacted the landlord, and they asked when we're going to arrive."

"Okay, I'll go now." Cui Shi'an said, standing up, picking up his things, and then looking at Liu Zhimin as if he had just remembered that she was still there.

Liu Zhimin immediately raised his face, forcing himself to put on an incredibly natural, even somewhat indifferent, smile, as if the stiffness he had just felt had never happened.

"Okay, you guys go ahead with your work." She waved her hand, her tone light and cheerful. "I'll sit for a bit and then I'll be leaving."

Watching the two figures leave the coffee shop side by side, Liu Zhimin's smile slowly faded, and a strange emptiness and unease welled up in his heart.

Looking for a property?

Could it be... that they're going to live together?

I just saw them maintaining a safe distance during the early stages of a romantic relationship in the sauna not long ago. How long has it been, and things have progressed so quickly?

Tsk.

She took a deep sip of her now diluted iced Americano, the cold coffee carrying a strange sense of unease, which she swallowed.