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

"Unnie, where have you been? Why are you only coming to the beauty salon now?"

As soon as Liu Zhimin stepped into the beauty salon, Jin Dongtian's complaints came over.

She and the other members had finished their basic skincare routines and were sitting in front of the mirror waiting for the makeup artist.

"Sorry, I have some personal matters to attend to," Liu Zhimin replied vaguely, sitting down in his seat and placing his backpack aside.

Ningning looked up from her phone screen and glanced at her in the mirror: "Unnie seems a little distracted? Something personal... could she be on a date?"

"Hey, don't talk nonsense," Liu Zhimin retorted instinctively, but his tone wasn't strong.

She took the towel her assistant handed her and applied it to her face. The warm steam temporarily shut her out the outside world, allowing her thoughts to drift away once again.

Today... wasn't entirely fruitless.

At least it has been confirmed by Cui Shi'an that at least a third person was aware of this so-called "reincarnation" incident.

She guessed that it was probably told to him by some so-called "fortune teller".

Reason clearly warned her: this matter was strange in every way, and even Cui Shi'an himself had a car accident because of it.

Therefore, the best option is to withdraw immediately, treat it as a ridiculous dream, and forget about it completely.

but……

"I heard it from someone else... In my previous life, I also died because of you."

Cui Shi'an's words, tinged with self-deprecation and weariness, were like a fine, resilient thread, entwining around her heart.

Is it really just that kind of tragic, clichéd story of a princess falling in love with a general from an enemy country?

She felt a strange tightness in her chest, not from gratitude, but from a heavy sense of guilt and... curiosity that seemed to originate from the depths of her soul.

"Karina, it's your turn." The makeup artist's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Inside."

Liu Zhimin lay down on the shampoo chair, the warm water washing over her scalp, the comfort making her relax a little.

At this moment, Ningning, who had already put on makeup and looked brand new, skipped over to her side to blow-dry her hair.

Looking at Ningning's vibrant face, Liu Zhimin's heart stirred, and he casually spoke:

"Ningning, do you... know anything about the history of the Tang Dynasty?"

"The Tang Dynasty?" Ningning thought for a moment, fiddling with her hair. "I know a little, but not much. Why are you suddenly asking this?"

Liu Zhimin immediately showed a hint of "disdain" on his face: "You don't even know the history of your own country?"

Ningning immediately retorted, unconvinced: "Isn't Unnie the same? Otherwise, why would she suddenly buy such a thick history book to read?"

Liu Zhimin was speechless.

At the same time, Cui Shi'an's face, with its ambiguous smile and the words "What's so interesting about reading fictional biographies," clearly surfaced in her mind, making her feel inexplicably annoyed.

She hesitated for a moment, then lowered her voice and said to Ningning, "...Then, could you help me get some history books about the Tang Dynasty from China? Something detailed."

Ningning looked at her in surprise, then bluntly exposed the truth: "Unnie, can you even read Chinese?"

"..." Liu Zhimin fell silent again. Yes, even if she got them, those difficult classical Chinese texts would be like a foreign language to her.

"Is Jimin-ssi very interested in history?" the makeup artist, who was doing her hair, suddenly interjected.

"Um..." Liu Zhimin nodded hesitantly, "I've recently developed a slight interest in this area..."

"Instead of reading books, why don't you watch some history live streams?" the makeup artist suggested enthusiastically, her hands still busy combing through her hair.

"Some bloggers these days are really interesting, not as dry as books, and they even answer questions from their fans!"

"Live stream?" Liu Zhimin and Ningning next to him both showed expressions of interest.

"Yes! I happen to follow a blogger like that," the makeup artist said, her tone carrying a hint of admiration.

"He mainly talks about the ancient history of the Korean Peninsula, especially its relationship with the Central Plains dynasties. His views are quite novel, but... he's a bit sharp-tongued. He often leaves some blindly arrogant netizens speechless. Not long ago, he even appraised an antique for a netizen, only to find out it was a chamber pot. Haha, that day really cracked me up~"

Upon hearing this, Liu Zhimin immediately became interested. She remembered the arrowhead and wondered if she should also have it appraised by that person.

"If Jimin is interested, I can recommend him to you. However, I haven't seen him broadcasting much lately, so he must be busy. I'll message him later to ask when he'll start broadcasting and let you know."

"Is this blogger easy to talk to?"

"I'm the top fan, I've given him almost 100,000 won in tips, and he'll still reply to me."

Listening to their lively conversation, Ningning and Jin Dongtian exchanged bewildered glances. This unnie has been acting increasingly strange lately.

On the other hand, Song Ji-ah also felt a little strange about Choi Si-an.

The reason was this: the two of them spent the whole afternoon looking at houses under the scorching sun.

She looked at several places, but she wasn't very satisfied with any of them. Either the price was beyond her budget, or the facilities were too old.

So she suggested expanding the search to the neighboring Jongno district, where she heard there were some renovated apartments in older neighborhoods that were very cost-effective.

Unexpectedly, Cui Shi'an rejected this reasonable suggestion outright.

"Perhaps...we shouldn't go any further?" Cui Shi'an's eyes flickered unconsciously twice.

"How about we try contacting a few more real estate agencies? The North City District is so big, we're sure to find a rental we like."

His reason was that since he hadn't officially graduated yet, it would be inconvenient to live too far from the school.

"It's alright," Song Zhiya explained patiently, trying to dispel his concerns.

"Even if I live in Chung Lu, it's not far from the school. It only takes me twenty minutes by bus, so transportation is very convenient. How about... we go check it out over there?"

Looking into his senior's clear and expectant eyes, Cui Shi'an felt a surge of powerlessness and self-loathing fill his chest.

He hated his damn identity as "the other missing person"!

If that car accident hadn't happened, if he were still a normal person, he would have gladly accompanied his senior to Incheon, let alone Jongno-gu!

But the reality is that an invisible boundary has imprisoned him in the North District, preventing him from even uttering a true explanation.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

Seeing that he remained silent for a long time and his face seemed somewhat gloomy, Song Zhiya asked worriedly, "Are you tired? Then... how about we go out and look again another day?"

Her thoughtfulness felt like a needle, gently pricking his heart.

Cui Shi'an took a deep breath and mustered his courage to say, "No... I just don't want to be too far away from my senior."

Is a distance of two or three kilometers far?

Not far away.

But what are the males on this planet capable of doing in order to reproduce?

Besides, it's just a lie.