I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 54

Compared to the joy of reunion and the understanding of Nanshuang's words, the first thing that surged up was a violent pain.

From the moment Shancang's gaze fell upon the exquisite face in the clouds, it felt as if sharp blades were twisting inside her body. The pain that had seemed manageable during the struggle suddenly became unbearable, forcing her to gasp and clutch her chest. Despite her efforts to suppress it, she doubled over and coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.

"Shancang!"

She heard the soft cry from the clouds. It was her favorite voice, but at that moment, it felt like the most potent poison seeping into her brain. The sense of helplessness ignited a surge of frustration within her, and the lingering hostility in her chest began to stir anew as her strength rapidly waned.

...This is awful; why do I feel so broken all over?

Amidst the violent hostility, a new emotion blossomed in Shancang's heart: greed, yearning, an overwhelming urgency to reach out to the one in the clouds.

In this state, seeing the one in the clouds would only make her worry, wouldn't it?

Shancang thought hazily, and just then, a pale hand reached toward her, gently brushing her cheek and carefully wiping the blood from the corner of her lips.

The familiar cold fragrance filled her senses. Shancang lifted her head with the support of that gentle strength, finally taking in the true visage of the one in the clouds.

"Shancang, are you alright? Where are you hurt—"

Everything else faded into the background. The burning pain in her chest and the fierce enemy lurking nearby became irrelevant as she stared at the anxious, delicate face of the one in the clouds. She opened her mouth several times but couldn't utter a sound. Ultimately, all that came out was, "Why... are you still here?"

That was clearly not what the one in the clouds wanted to hear right now. Her brow, already furrowed, knitted even tighter, and without asking about Shancang's condition any further, she pressed her lips together, took out a vial of medicine from her robe, and coldly stuffed the pills into Shancang's mouth.

Shancang obediently opened her mouth and swallowed a few, but the bitterness of the dissolving pills made her frown. She raised her hand to grasp the wrist of the one in the clouds and croaked, "I'm fine, don't worry—have you been in the ghost realm these days? Did you encounter any danger? What about Qin Yi—"

"Be quiet."

The one in the clouds interrupted her, pulling away and forcing the vial of medicine into Shancang's hand. She looked deeply at her and said sternly, "Finish the medicine."

...Here it comes again. I haven't done anything wrong, but I still feel like I can't hold my head up in front of her.

Shancang hesitated to take the vial, and the one in the clouds' expression softened slightly. She turned and drew her sword, Wuyou, positioning it protectively in front of Shancang while keeping her gaze fixed on Nanshuang, who stood off to the side.

"..."

Nanshuang, who had not moved since failing to seize the sword, stood casually, her previously irritated expression fading like the tide. She glanced disinterestedly at the one in the clouds and lingered for a few seconds on the sword in her hand.

"...You can use that sword." She raised an eyebrow with genuine curiosity, looking past the one in the clouds at Shancang, who had managed to stand after taking the medicine. Nanshuang suddenly laughed without a hint of tension, "Now that's something rare."