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

"...So, I guess it's because I was repaired by someone and am no longer in my original state, which makes it impossible for the arrowhead to take me back to my past life's memories."

After Cui Shi'an finished recounting the story of the car accident, Liu Zhimin's initial smugness and mockery vanished instantly.

So, he really did die for me once...

This realization weighed heavily on her heart, making her previous attempts to "manipulate" the other person suddenly seem childish and heartless.

"Then... are there any aftereffects?" Liu Zhimin's voice unconsciously began to sound worried.

"Aftereffects?" Cui Shi'an smiled wryly, the image of her bravely scattering rice that night naturally flashing through her mind: "You should have seen it that night too... that exorcising rice worked on me as well."

"Huh??!" Liu Zhimin covered his mouth in shock, his face turning even paler. No wonder he was also smoking back then...

"Besides this, is there anything else?"

"I can't touch salt either."

Liu Zhimin paused for a moment, then suddenly realized: "So the reason you resisted eggs so much in the sauna was because of the salt?"

"Uh..." Cui Shi'an felt utterly helpless, as if he had nowhere to hide in front of her: "I didn't expect you to see even this..."

"What? Are you embarrassed that I saw you?"

"I just didn't expect you to be Karina..."

"You should say you never expected Karina to be me."

"Doesn't this mean the same thing?"

Liu Zhimin thought about it and realized it made sense. He waved his hand dismissively and said, "Kenchana, I'm not an outsider."

"Hey?" Cui Shi'an looked up in surprise.

She seemed to realize she'd let something slip, her face flushing slightly as she quickly explained, "What I meant was... after all, I know your situation..."

Fearing that Cui Shi'an would continue to dwell on the topic, she immediately added:

"Then why did you go and catch those ghosts... evil spirits?"

"It's a long story... Actually..." Choi Si-an briefly explained how Hara had resurrected him.

"ah??"

Liu Zhimin exclaimed in surprise, attracting many stares from those around her. Seeing this, she quickly lowered her voice and asked, "Are there really messengers from hell in this world?"

"Yes, where there are the dead, there are naturally messengers of hell; otherwise, the human world's ecosystem would have been in chaos long ago."

Liu Zhimin's mouth was agape, clearly still reeling from the shock.

"In short, that messenger from hell told me that this arrowhead belonged to the royal family of the Silla era... Do you have any leads on that?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Zhimin gave him a deep look, hesitating about how to begin, especially regarding those intimate scenes—should she tell him or not…

"Actually, in my dream... I was a princess of Silla..."

"You're Princess?" Cui Shi'an exclaimed in surprise. "Wait a minute."

He took out paper and pen from his bag and began taking notes while asking questions:

Do you know which specific period the princess was from?

Liu Zhimin shook his head: "I can't tell."

"And what about me? What is my status?"

"General."

Choi Si-an was stunned for a moment: "You're saying I'm a general of Silla? How could that be... I'm clearly..."

"I'm not a general from Silla, I'm a general from Tang. You said you were a foreign subject... and... and you asked me..." She suddenly became hesitant as she said this.

Cui Shi'an got impatient: "What did I ask you?"

"No...nothing...just some trivial chatter, like going back to Chang'an and stuff..."

Choi Si-an accurately grasped the key point: "You mean I'm not in Tang territory, but in your Silla, right?"

"Yes." Liu Zhimin nodded hurriedly.

After a moment's thought, Cui Shi'an immediately wrote down the years 621-907 AD.

Although it is hard to admit, Silla's reign lasted much longer than that of the Tang Dynasty. Perhaps it was because of its smaller size and nearly a thousand-year reign. After the establishment of the Tang Dynasty, the two countries had frequent exchanges, and it was normal for them to send envoys to each other.

"That's too broad a scope." He frowned and looked at Liu Zhimin again. "Do you have any more specific details? For example, did I mention my position? Or what's your father's name?"

Liu Zhimin shook her head again. She recalled carefully, and indeed, no such information appeared in her dream.

Cui Shi'an was a little discouraged, so he had to help her recall again: "Since I am a general, you should have seen my clothing style before, right? What was it like?"

As he spoke, he moved his notebook to the opposite side, wanting Liu Zhimin to draw it down, because it was easy to judge the rank of an official from the style of their armor.

As a result, Liu Zhimin picked up a pen, drew a few strokes with great confidence, and then stopped.

"Why did you stop drawing?"

She shook her head somewhat awkwardly: "I don't remember the details very clearly..."

But the real reason was that in the few times she dreamed about him, her attention was focused on Cui Shi'an, and she naturally overlooked the details. In fact, there were even times when he wasn't wearing any clothes.

But she didn't want Cui Shi'an to know about this.

Unaware of the truth, Cui Shi'an sighed and rubbed his forehead, "I've really been counting on you for nothing..."

"Hey, how can you remember anything clearly from a dream?" Liu Zhimin blushed, and, still unconvinced, snatched the pen back again.

"Anyway, you're holding a knife like this! A really long one!" she said, gesturing as she spoke, trying to compensate for the lack of visual information with words.

"This is called a ring-pommel sword. It was indeed used in the Tang Dynasty, but isn't yours a bit too large?"

"It's that big?" She stood up and gestured. "It's at least up to my shoulder. You killed a lot of Silla soldiers with this sword."

Cui Shi'an's eyes lit up immediately. A Tang general killing Silla soldiers? That's quite rare; it only happened during the reign of Emperor Gaozong…

"Oh, right!" she added, as if remembering something else. "I also recited a newly learned poem to you in my dream."

As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them. If she recited that poem, wouldn't she be...

"What poem? Tell me quickly!" Cui Shi'an urged, holding his pen.

"Well... well, flounder..." Liu Zhimin, who already knew the meaning of the poem, became vague: "And also... and also... mandarin ducks and stuff..."

Flounder, mandarin duck?

After a moment's thought, Cui Shi'an immediately realized: "Is this the line, 'To become a pair of mandarin ducks, I would gladly die; to be a pair of mandarin ducks, I envy not the immortals'?"

"Um..." Liu Zhimin was shy, but also a little surprised. How could he and Ningning both compose poems so easily?

However, Cui Shi'an had no time to inquire about her thoughts, and instead picked up his pen to write down the poem: "You just said you were learning a new poem, right?"

"Yes. That's what I said in the dream." She emphasized the word "dream" as if worried the other person might misunderstand.

"OK!" Cui Shi'an changed the number from 670 to 676 and then showed it to Liu Zhimin.

Liu Zhimin stared at the string of numbers, not quite understanding: "What's this?"

"The era in which we lived in our previous life, or rather, the approximate period in which we came to know it."

"Huh?" Liu Zhimin exclaimed in surprise, feeling the hairs on his body stand on end. He looked at Cui Shi'an with utter shock: "You figured it out so quickly?"

"Yes, come and see." Cui Shi'an pointed to the drawing she had just made and explained:

"You just said that I killed many soldiers in Silla, but as a Tang general or envoy, under what circumstances would I do such a thing? There is no other explanation but war, and the Tang-Silla War happened to be during this period. In addition, the poem 'Ancient Thoughts of Chang'an' that you mentioned also happened during Lu Zhaolin's time..."

As he spoke eloquently, the light in Liu Zhimin's eyes grew brighter and brighter. He could actually... (The sentence is incomplete and lacks context.)

"You know so much..." she couldn't help but exclaim.

Cui Shi'an looked up suspiciously: "Are you being sarcastic or...really praising me?"