I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 41

She fell into the water, but didn't feel much pain.

The moment the giant wave surged, Shang Can thought about dodging it.

But for some reason, her body seemed paralyzed, unable to move according to her thoughts. She could only watch as the waters of the River Wangchuan swallowed her whole.

Swept into the river by a thunderous wave, Shang Can slowly sank.

Surprisingly, her mind remained calm. She tried to move her hands and feet and realized she had regained control over her body, but it was useless.

Shang Can knew how to swim, but perhaps because of the strange properties of the River Wangchuan, no matter how she flailed, she couldn't float up. She even felt powerless to summon her spiritual energy, slowly sinking down with an unstoppable certainty.

... There's danger everywhere. Am I just having bad luck today?

Somehow, she could still think about such things. Shang Can realized her vision was slowly being taken away, and everything around her became a muddled blur. She couldn't tell if she was sinking or rising.

Her shoulder was burning. Shang Can suddenly remembered that there was a flame resting there. She tried to summon it, but even the heat from the flame was growing fainter, and soon, it disappeared without a trace.

That's right. Shang Can thought with resignation. Fire can't burn underwater.

Her sight gradually faded into darkness, and when her thoughts grew hazy and unclear, she seemed to glimpse a flash of white in the murky depths, followed by a distant, cold voice.

"—Shijie."

This is really bad.

With her eyes half-closed, Shang Can absentmindedly looked at the familiar figure in white robes and black hair. An absurd feeling arose in her heart.

... What should I do? I've fallen into the River Wangchuan, and now I seem to be caught in a hallucination.

Yun Duan must be... really worried now.

She stared at the blurry figure for a long time and then reached out her hand.

"Puhah!"

Shang Can burst out of the water, her head suddenly emerging, and someone immediately grabbed her wrist and pulled her ashore.

Her whole body felt like it had fallen apart, limp and powerless. Collapsing onto the ground, she clutched her chest and, after a few attempts, finally vomited up the water she had swallowed, mixed with dark red blood that spread across the ground.

"Shijie, are you okay?"

Someone gently patted her back, their voice filled with unmistakable concern.

Shang Can's head was buzzing, and it felt as though her thoughts were wrapped in a thick layer of fog. It was hard to focus, making her irritable.

"When you were meditating on your heart's question at Qinglian Lake, Shijie fell off the lotus leaf." The familiar voice continued. "Many people experience the same thing. You actually held on for quite a long time. I brought you up as quickly as I could—how do you feel? Still uncomfortable?"

Qinglian Lake, meditating on the heart's question.

Shang Can's heart stirred, and she suddenly looked up.

Before her were Yun Duan's clear eyes, filled with worry. Her wet black hair clung to her ears, making her look a bit disheveled, but she didn't care, focusing only on Shang Can with genuine concern on her face.