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

"No, no!"

Upon hearing that she actually wanted to go with him to "exorcise the demon," Cui Shi'an shook his head in surprise:

"It's too dangerous. Last time it was just an accident. I can't involve you again this time."

"It's more dangerous for you to go alone, okay?" Liu Zhimin's voice unconsciously rose a little, then he quickly lowered it again:

"If I hadn't arrived in time last time, you might have..." She didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was clear.

"That won't do either," Cui Shi'an said firmly. "I have arrows now, enough to protect myself."

Seeing his stubbornness, Liu Zhimin pursed his lips, a clear hint of displeasure flashing across his face.

Instead of arguing emotionally, she sat up straight, looked at him with clear eyes, and began to present the facts and reason:

"First of all, you said before that these arrowheads belonged to the Silla royal family, right?"

She held up one finger: "In other words, it is very likely that it was my—that Silla princess's—property, so in a sense, it should belong to me now."

Before Cui Shi'an could retort, she immediately extended her second finger:

"Secondly, we had a very deep entanglement in our past lives. This matter arose because of both of us, not just my problem, nor is it solely your responsibility."

Then she held up a third finger: "Also, since we were entangled in our past lives, if you encounter danger, or even die, won't I be next?"

Finally, she laid out her conclusion, her tone resolute and leaving no room for negotiation:

"So, if you won't agree to let me participate, then give me back the arrowheads. Anyway, you can't dream about anything now. Taking them is to solve our common problem, isn't it?"

Her logical and reasoned attack left Cui Shi'an speechless for a moment.

He looked at the girl in front of him who had suddenly become incredibly serious and even somewhat "aggressive," feeling both helpless and amused.

To ease the tense atmosphere, he half-jokingly said:

"This atmosphere... it feels a bit like an argument about who should get custody of the child?"

"Wh...what custody!" Liu Zhimin's face flushed red instantly. She glared at him, both ashamed and angry, but the determination in her eyes remained unwavering.

"That's true. Since you've experienced so many unbelievable things, what if you accidentally..." She made a throat-slitting gesture, her tone tinged with unease:

"Then I might be next, right? It's always safer to travel together, isn't it?"

After hearing this, Cui Shi'an couldn't help but think. This possibility was not unreasonable, because according to Hera's statement, she should have been the one who died that day.

However, Hera also said that these arrows are very effective against spirits, so the danger of exorcism has been greatly reduced.

Bringing her along might not be a big deal.

"Oh well..." He finally sighed in resignation.

"You're an artist, you're usually so busy, how come you want to get involved in something like this?"

Seeing that he finally relented, Liu Zhimin immediately broke into a smug smile, then stretched out her fair palm and presented it to him.

"What?" Cui Shi'an was stunned for a moment, not understanding what she meant.

"Give me the arrowheads," she said matter-of-factly.

"Why?" Cui Shi'an was even more confused. "Didn't I already agree?"

Liu Zhimin slightly raised his chin, a sly glint in his eyes:

"How can I be sure you won't sneak it behind my back? So, I have to keep this safe."

She paused, then offered another reason that Cui Shi'an couldn't refute:

"Besides, didn't you say it can't take you into your dreams anymore? It's no use having it. Why not give it to me? Maybe... I can dream of some new clues?"

After a moment's thought, Cui Shi'an felt that there was some truth to it; the arrowhead in his hand seemed to have temporarily lost its function as a "key".

But with Liu Zhimin, perhaps a new dream can truly be inspired.

He then took out an arrowhead and gently placed it in her palm, while solemnly instructing her:

"I can give it to you, but please remember, never use it to touch anyone's wounds."

"Okay, I know!" Liu Zhimin carefully put away the arrowhead, while rolling her eyes at him in annoyance. "I'm not stupid, why would I use it to hurt someone?"

With her wish fulfilled, she was in high spirits and her attention immediately returned to Cui Shi'an himself.

The girl looked him up and down, then suddenly said in a tone that was both "disdainful" and concerned:

"But speaking of which... you're too weak, aren't you? Last time, that skinny old man, who looked like he had hardly any meat on his bones, managed to send you flying?"

Cui Shi'an was speechless for a moment, inwardly cursing: That's an evil spirit that's accumulated resentment for over a decade! What's so surprising about sending me flying? I'm lucky I wasn't torn to pieces on the spot…

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Liu Zhimin became even more enthusiastic, leaning forward and earnestly urging him:

"Why don't you go to the gym and work out? Build some muscle and you'll have a better chance of protecting yourself."

"Gym?" Cui Shi'an was taken aback by her sudden change of thought.

"Okay!" Liu Zhimin nodded vigorously, clearly having already thought it through: "The gym I usually go to is in the North District. It has a great environment and professional equipment. I'll let my personal trainer know in advance, so you can just go directly to him."

Cui Shi'an wasn't really interested in fitness, mainly because he felt it was a waste of time, so he nodded perfunctorily: "Okay, I understand."

But Liu Zhimin clearly saw through his perfunctory attitude, and immediately put on a stern face, emphasizing in an unquestionable tone:

"You absolutely must go! And you need to go at least three times a week! Only then will it be effective."

She even resorted to her "trump card," staring into his eyes and saying, word by word, "I will check!"

Cui Shi'an was both amused and exasperated by her sudden "strictness," and could only reluctantly agree: "...Alright, I'll go."

"Oh, right." Liu Zhimin suddenly focused on his hair again: "Don't cut your hair anytime soon."

"Huh?" Cui Shi'an subconsciously touched his head: "What did my hair do to you this time..."

"Hmm... because I dreamt that you encountered danger right after getting a haircut."

Liu Zhimin lied; the truth was, she just couldn't stand Cui Shi'an's current look. After all, celebrities have their limits when it comes to appearance, and besides, the long-haired version of Cui Shi'an in her dream was truly very manly!

"So, let's not cut it, okay?"

Cui Shi'an took it seriously. After all, it's just growing out his hair. Aren't there plenty of long-haired guys in the art department at school?

The two chatted for a while before heading to the roadside to hail a taxi.

When the car arrived, she opened the door, suddenly turned around, and waved three fingers:

"Remember my words, three times a week!"

Cui Shi'an sighed and rubbed his forehead, "Okay, okay, I know. Remember to let me know you got home safely."

Liu Zhimin then sat down, satisfied.

As soon as the taxi started driving, the female driver couldn't help but start talking non-stop:

"Miss, your standards for a boyfriend are way too low!"

"Huh?" Liu Zhimin looked puzzled.

"At your age, thirty times a week isn't excessive, is it?"