I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 51

Yun Duan had always been a meticulous person.

Unlike Shang Can, she never did anything impulsive or without careful consideration.

At the time, Shang Can thought Yun Duan must have had a backup plan, like informing Wang Yue or others about her coming here. Maybe there were already many people from Qingyu waiting outside, ready to storm in and rescue them—

"I didn't tell anyone else."

But that assumption was quickly dispelled by Yun Duan herself. She shifted her gaze away from Qin Yi and looked at Shang Can, who was struggling to sit up from the ground. She took an unconscious step forward, but Qin Yi deliberately blocked her view.

Yun Duan pressed her lips together tightly, her expression grave. "...What do you want to do? You can say it now."

"Duanyer," Shang Can struggled to speak, her trembling voice barely audible. The thin rope around her wrist had already cut deeply into her flesh, and thick blood dripped down to her fingertips. "Why even ask her? Don't give in to her! Don't do anything foolish!"

"..."

Yun Duan remained silent for a long moment, gripping the hilt of her sword, Fei Wang, tightly. Her distant, ethereal gaze darkened slightly. She spoke in a low voice, "...I won't take any risks that might harm you, Shijie."

"Yun Duan!"

Shang Can had rarely been this furious when calling Yun Duan by her full name. Her heart was a whirlwind of fear and regret, as though a raging fire had ignited within her, shaking her to her core.

But Yun Duan didn't respond. Only Qin Yi laughed deliberately, the sound echoing harshly in the quiet room.

"You two are quite close," Qin Yi said with a sinister smile. Her eyes, cold and snake-like, lingered on Yun Duan's body. "You must know, since I let you see my face, there's no way I'll let you leave here alive, right?"

"Of course I know."

Yun Duan's gaze sharpened as she slowly adjusted her stance, ready to strike. Her voice was cold, "I came here with the same intent."

...Don't do this.

Shang Can could no longer bear to watch. She walked from the corner of the room to stand in front of Yun Duan. She looked at Yun Duan's deep, obsidian-like eyes, her tightly pressed lips, and her calm but determined expression. Yun Duan looked so different now, compared to the version of her Qin Yi had once impersonated by the River of Forgetfulness.

Shang Can wanted to smooth the furrow in Yun Duan's brow, wanted to take the sword from her hands. But all she could grasp was emptiness.

Don't do this.

Suddenly, it felt like the blood in Shang Can's body began to boil, her organs burning inside her. She doubled over in pain, struggling to breathe as violent thoughts filled her mind. Only a sliver of clarity kept her grounded.

No matter what, Qin Yi was still the acting leader of Tianwaitian and had great strength. Even though Yun Duan was exceptionally talented, she was still young, and Qin Yi had several subordinates here...

It was all her fault, Shang Can thought. If she hadn't been captured by Qin Yi, if she weren't so useless now, unable to do anything—

She knew. She knew that back then, these were the thoughts tormenting her.

In a haze, Shang Can heard the clash of swords, the sound ringing like an explosion in her mind.

Amidst the chaotic noise, one sound stood out clearly: the rope binding her wrists snapping.