Chapter 463: I want to have a child with Xiuyuan~

"Then do you want to quit the group!!!"

Actually, this topic hasn't just been brought up by Lin Xiuyuan and Xueli.

In the time that has passed, the members and believers who knew the secret of the year 25 have basically all chatted with her about similar directions one after another.

From Krystal to Zheng Xiuyan, and even Lin YoonA and Dalongzai have sought her out.

Everyone is merely worried about her state, terrified that after seeing the situation in the future timeline, she might lose herself once again.

However, every time they asked until the end, the answer Xueli gave was always the same.

This time was no exception.

"I'm not quitting. My state is much better now, why would I quit the group?"

Xueli said it very naturally; there was no hesitation in her tone, nor was there that kind of unhappiness from being offended, as if she were answering a question that couldn't be more normal.

And after saying this, she tilted her head to one side, turning her gaze onto Lin Xiuyuan's face.

"I might be like what you said just now, oppa, a bit too anxious lately, or maybe it's just that after watching too much material over there, I've identified with it a bit too deeply. It's fine."

The meaning of the "material" she spoke of was understood by the other two people present.

It was nothing more than those images from the year 25, those videos and news reports that, in her original timeline, belonged to "posthumous matters" and "pre-death matters."

Sitting alone in front of a screen, watching the footage of one's own funeral, watching those friends crying while accepting interviews, watching videos of fans holding memorial signs on the streets.

That kind of viewing experience cannot be accurately described in any language.

At this moment, the voice of Goo Hara also slowly sounded, not as anxious as when she had cut in earlier.

It was lower, heavier, as if pressed down by something: "Watching your own material, the identification is bound to be deep."

As one of the same kind of twins.

The "twins" here does not refer to biological twins, but rather that mirror image of fate.

Both she and Xueli had walked toward that ending most unwilling to be faced in another timeline, and she had also seen the same things, so how could she not understand the situation Xueli spoke of.

She could understand it better than anyone else.

Especially one night, when she lay on her bed and used her phone to click on that video of herself standing at the Elevator entrance, her knees bending until she knelt on the ground.

At the time, her whole body was shaking like a leaf drenched in a rainstorm.

At that moment, her heart felt as if it had been grabbed by a hand from inside her chest, the five fingers closing one by one, tightening to the point where they could squeeze out every drop of blood from the heart.

Couldn't breathe; it was truly impossible to breathe.

Let alone anger or any other emotions; none of those existed.

There was only silence left.

The kind of silence where the whole world is quiet.

It was as if someone had stuffed two cotton balls into her ears; even the sobbing sounds coming from her own throat sounded muffled, as if separated by a layer of water.

Just then, a palm pressed firmly onto the head of Goo Hara, who was currently lost in memory.

This action came too suddenly, causing Goo Hara to freeze for a moment, because this was the first time Lin Xiuyuan had done such a thing to her.

The palm was large and warm, transmitting a dry and steady temperature through her hair.

It wasn't a pat or a stroke; it was just pressed firmly there, carrying a kind of silent sense of strength.

Startled, she turned her head back in some shock, her eyes widening a little, looking at this younger brother who was younger than her, her lips moving, but nothing came out.

Then she heard an answer that made her heart palpitate uncontrollably: "Compared to seeing your own tombstone directly, which one is more soul-shaking?"

This sentence made Goo Hara's pupils shrink violently.

It was more like a key, accurately poking into that dust-sealed corner of her memory, opening a door.

It made her immediately think of that typhoon day, when the storm turned into bright sunshine in an instant, and all her worldviews were forcibly reshuffled and restarted at that moment.

Even Xueli, sitting next to her, quieted down after hearing this, her gaze drooping slightly as if thinking about something.

However, what she was thinking about was another rainy day.

On that rainy day, after taking off her eye mask, she looked back and saw Krystal standing behind her; she was just standing there quietly holding an umbrella.

That one look, she still finds unforgettable to this day.

"Enough, we're about to take off." After giving Lin Xiuyuan a deep look, Goo Hara turned around decisively and stuffed herself back into her seat.

And Xueli, who was more familiar with Goo Hara's personality than Lin Xiuyuan, saw this reaction of the other party clearly being stunned by his words, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly: "Oppa, you said that in a way that even Unnie can't respond."

"Then let's sleep."

Lin Xiuyuan didn't pick up her thread of conversation, instead withdrawing his palm from Goo Hara's head and changing direction, pressing it onto the top of Xueli's head.

The force was equally light, his palm covering her soft hair, pressing down slightly, as if coaxing a child who needed a nap.

Throughout the rest of the flight, among the three, two were popular girl group members who had been exhausted for over half a month with packed schedules, and one was a "cheat-level" person with enviable sleep quality.

So the state in the cabin could basically be summarized in four words: sleeping all the way.

Not long after takeoff, the three of them each leaned in their seats and fell asleep; when the flight attendant pushed the meal cart over to serve food in the middle, Lin Xiuyuan and Xueli woke up groggily and ate a few bites.

As for Goo Hara, she didn't even get up to eat, curling up in her seat without moving, sleeping directly from the middle of the flight until half an hour before landing, when she finally opened her eyes and woke up slowly.

As a West Coast City, the weather in Los Angeles naturally goes without saying.

The four words "California sunshine" are a famous gold-lettered signboard all over the world—dry and warm, with clear skies for most of the year.

However, their flight landed at night, so they didn't see that legendary California sun, nor could they feel any scorching temperature.

The few people walking down the airstair could only feel the evening breeze rushing toward them, carrying a hint of the saltiness of the sea and the scent of dry vegetation, blowing coolly on their faces, which was very comfortable.

The temperature was probably just over ten degrees, not too cold; wearing a simple jacket was just right, and it didn't feel stuffy.

After landing, the group followed the signs to the baggage carousel, collected their luggage, and immediately pushed the luggage cart out of the airport.

As soon as they exited the automatic doors, they saw the person picking them up.

It was a middle-aged man wearing a Jiudian uniform, holding a sign with Krystal's name on it; seeing them, he smiled professionally and came up to greet them.

The car had been sent by the Jiudian that Zheng Xiujing had booked before departure; after the few of them sat inside, the car drove along the streets of Los Angeles at night, passing through one brightly lit block after another, heading straight for the Jiudian in the city center that had been booked in advance.

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In another space-time in the year 2025, Krystal had just finished filming a scene. She stood by the edge of the set, took off the character's jacket she was wearing, set it aside, picked up her water cup, and took two gulps.

Before she had a chance to sit down and rest, she heard her assistant run over to tell her that someone had come to visit the set.

Hearing this news, Krystal was a little surprised.

One had to know that the New Year had just passed, and everyone was busy with their own affairs—those with schedules were running their schedules, and those with families were spending time with their families. At this time, who would have the spare time to run over to see her?

So, her mind raced through several possibilities, but she couldn't come up with a definitive answer.

Then, when she saw Lin YoonA walking in from outside with a smile on her face, that bit of surprise turned into an even greater surprise.

Over there, Lin YoonA had walked in while greeting the crew members along the way, wearing a very casual outfit, her face bearing her signature gentle smile; she nodded to the staff passing by on one side, and chatted smilingly with the floor manager on the other.

The way she walked from the entrance of the set all the way to the filming area was smooth and natural; it didn't look like a spur-of-the-moment visit at all, but rather like a formal visit for which she had done her homework in advance.

Seeing this, Krystal hurriedly put down the towel and water cup in her hands, stood up, and walked quickly to greet her.

After reaching Lin YoonA's side, Krystal first greeted her properly, her tone carrying a bit of respect for her senior sister, and then she looked behind the other person to confirm that she was alone.

Only then did she bring up the question in her heart, asking somewhat strangely, "Unnie, why are you here?"

Lin YoonA's answer came very fluently, stating that she happened to be working nearby and finished earlier than expected today, and then she saw Krystal chatting with Dalongzai and the others in the group chat, where she had mentioned her filming location for the day.

Then she checked the address and found it was indeed not far away, so she stopped by on her way.

After explaining the ins and outs, Lin YoonA stood there looking at Krystal, scanned her up and down, and added, "Besides, it has been a while since we last met."

She said this sentence very softly, but the tone hidden within it was caught by Krystal immediately.

Thus, she keenly followed this lead and probed a step further, "Now that you've said that, Unnie, I know you definitely have something you want to talk to me about."

As she spoke, she subconsciously looked around at the surrounding environment.

Inside the set, the staff were still busy adjusting the lights and props, and there were quite a few people coming and going; although no one was staring specifically at them, this was indeed not a place suitable for a long talk.

Immediately, she hurriedly reached out to grab Lin YoonA's wrist, led her to the area where she rested to sit down, then pulled up a stool herself to sit opposite her, and finally looked at the other person with a smile.

"Alright, you can say it now."

After sitting down, Lin YoonA first shook her head with a smile, a very gentle smile, "Actually, it's nothing much, just a worry that's giving me a bit of a headache. Since you happened to be nearby, I came to see you and chat by the way."

Hearing her say this, Krystal was truly curious, "Wow, there are very few things that could make you feel worried, Unnie."

"I'm not some immortal, of course I have them." Lin YoonA also laughed along. After laughing, she shifted her gaze away from Krystal's face, as if organizing her thoughts, or perhaps hesitating whether to say it directly.

"What is it?" Krystal's curiosity had been completely piqued; she leaned her body forward slightly, waiting for Lin YoonA to speak.

Seeing Krystal's eyes filled with curiosity, Lin YoonA did not beat around the bush anymore.

She briefly told Krystal about a film and television resource she had recently come into contact with, "Xiujing, you know *Unnatural Death*, right?"

"Mm, that one with Ishihara Satomi, I know it." Krystal nodded and answered very crisply.

That drama was too famous; it had won six crowns over in Nihon, and the role of the UDI forensic doctor that Ishihara Satomi played in it had almost become the representative symbol of her career.

Moreover, the plot was both solid and tear-jerking, a success in both ratings and reputation, and it had a huge crowd of loyal viewers across all of Asia.

Krystal, of course, had watched it herself, so as soon as Lin YoonA mentioned the name, she reacted immediately.

Lin YoonA continued, "There was news before saying it would be remade, and recently the company told me that the production company wants to get in touch with me."

The news of the remake had actually been circulating in the circle for a while. When the news came out at the time, the internet had even had a wave of arguments discussing who could take over Ishihara Satomi's role, and fans of various artists were nominating their own favorites in the comments.

She didn't expect that this piece of pie would actually fall on Lin YoonA now.

So much so that Krystal, hearing this, was momentarily surprised, but this surprise lasted less than a second before it quickly turned into heartfelt happiness.

A smile bloomed on her face, and her tone carried a genuine excitement for Lin YoonA, "Unnie, this is a good thing, why would you feel a headache? I don't understand."

In her way of thinking, this was simply a great thing like a pie falling from the sky.

A script with the quality of *Unnatural Death*, once remade, would come with its own topic-worthiness and a solid foundation; if performed well, it would absolutely be a very beautiful leap forward for Lin YoonA's career.

Everyone had been on the path of transitioning from Idol to actor for a long time, and they knew very well how rare such an opportunity was.

If she could secure this role, it would definitely be a rhythm of taking a huge step forward.

Yet, while Krystal's pleasant surprise had not yet dissipated, Lin YoonA pressed her lips tightly into a line.

Her expression began to turn serious—very serious, so serious that Krystal's smile also unconsciously faded.

However, Lin YoonA did not speak immediately, but instead looked straight into Krystal's eyes with a very deep gaze; there was no dodging or hesitation in those eyes.

"Xiujing, what I'm worried about is not this matter."

"Then what is it?" Krystal was made a bit nervous by her attitude and subconsciously asked back.

Lin YoonA did not answer immediately.

After taking a deep breath, she raised her eyes to look straight at Krystal again, her gaze carrying a sense of frankness, and she said the words pressed deep in her heart, one word at a time.

"If I said that I intend to try for a child with Xiuyuan this year, what would you think?"

After saying this, Lin YoonA finally let out a sigh of relief, her whole body leaning back, as if she had used up all her strength.