I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 21

As Shang Can accepted the oil-paper bag of buns from the young night raven under its wings, the door to the guest room behind her creaked open.

"Good morning," Shang Can said, taking the bag and glancing back. "For someone spending their first night in Biluo Huangquan, Yun Zhongjun, you're certainly up early."

After all, in Biluo Huangquan, the sky never brightens, so it's easy to mistakenly think it's still night if you're not used to it. When Shang Can first arrived, she often overslept.

But it was only a little past the hour of Chen, right before Qingyu's morning classes started. It seemed that Yun Duan wasn't affected at all by the perpetual darkness.

Nor by last night's sleepwalking incident, apparently. Shang Can discreetly glanced over, relieved to see no signs of discomfort on Yun Duan's face.

"Is that so?"

Yun Duan was already fully dressed, clad in white with a jade pendant, composed and dignified as always. She replied calmly as she stepped out of the room.

"So, what time did you wake up on your first morning in Biluo Huangquan?"

"It's been too long, I can't remember exactly. But I'm sure it wasn't before noon."

Shang Can shrugged, about to hand the money to the night raven who had fetched her breakfast, when she noticed the boy was fidgeting.

"...What's wrong? You keep rubbing your feathers like they're about to fall off."

"Ah, apologies..." The night raven quickly stood upright, sneaking a glance at Yun Duan before leaning in to whisper in Shang Can's ear.

"I heard from the others... is it true Yun Zhongjun is the wife you snatched?"

"......"

Wait, is this place Biluo Huangquan or some bandit hideout?

Shang Can's face twisted, for once at a loss for words.

"...Lucky for you, at least you had the sense to whisper that." She sighed, flicking the boy lightly on the forehead. "Otherwise, before you could even finish that sentence, Yun Zhongjun would've taken your head."

Terrified by her warning, the night raven stuck out his tongue, turned into his bird form, and flew off without another word.

"Alright then, Yun Zhongjun, if you're done washing up, come have breakfast."

Shang Can, holding the buns, walked back toward the guest room without any hesitation. "You don't mind meat buns, do you? Don't worry, it's just regular pork in Biluo Huangquan."

"I don't mind."

Yun Duan answered evenly, stepping aside to let Shang Can enter, then following her back inside. Shang Can handed her a bun, and the two ate together in a surprisingly harmonious morning.

If it weren't for the lingering grogginess from having not slept, Shang Can could almost convince herself that last night's events were just a dream.

Last night, Yun Duan had sleepwalked into her room. Even though Shang Can had successfully carried her back to the guest room, sleep had completely eluded her after that, so she spent the night on watch as she used to in the past.

Although Yun Duan had never sleepwalked twice in one night before, this relapse after so long made Shang Can anxious. She didn't even trust leaving Yun Duan alone while she went to buy breakfast, so she asked the night raven for help.

Now that Yun Duan was awake and seemingly fine, Shang Can chewed her bun slowly, casually probing, "Did Yun Zhongjun sleep well last night?"

Yun Duan, who seemed like the type to strictly follow Qingyu's "no talking during meals" rule, frowned slightly at the interruption. But after a moment, she responded between bites.