I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 66

In the morning, Yun Duan slowly opened her eyes.

Her mind was still tangled in a hazy drowsiness, and she blinked in confusion. Instinctively turning her head, she was suddenly startled to see that there was no one beside her. All that remained was a piece of outerwear in her hand—the clothing that Shang Can had worn to sleep in last night.

Yun Duan jolted awake, sitting up suddenly. She felt that the warmth on the bed beside her was nearly gone, leaving her heart feeling icy cold.

"Awake?"

Just as panic surged within her, a familiar voice drifted in from the window, lazily drawn out at the end. The person who had slept beside her last night walked slowly over from behind the bed curtains, dressed neatly, though her hair was loose, cascading over her shoulders. She smiled, "It's just like before; you wake up early."

"..."

Yun Duan stared blankly at Shang Can for a long moment. When a hint of confusion appeared on Shang Can's face, she finally came to her senses, releasing the outerwear she had unknowingly clenched tightly in her fist. She discreetly pulled it close to her chest and said nonchalantly, "It's you who woke up early. How come you're up so soon?"

That was, of course, because she hadn't slept a wink all night.

Secretly complaining, Shang Can didn't show it on her face. She only replied with a serious expression, "Just a sudden whim."

Unlike Yun Duan, who could carefree fall asleep after a night of wandering, Shang Can had suffered greatly from this innocent disturbance. She felt tense sleeping next to Yun Duan. The latter's unawareness had stirred things up unnecessarily, leaving Shang Can without a clue on how to react before the instigator had already drifted off into sweet slumber.

Now, Shang Can found herself completely unable to sleep. She lay awkwardly beside Yun Duan for a while but ultimately couldn't endure the oppressive atmosphere any longer. With great care, she rolled out of bed—this time without waking Yun Duan or finding herself pinned down again.

However, Yun Duan had somehow caught hold of her outerwear. Shang Can had no choice but to leave it behind like a cicada shedding its shell to escape. She felt a sense of relief that she hadn't been wearing just that single piece of clothing.

With a complicated mix of feelings, Shang Can sat silently in the room, waiting for dawn. She attempted to calm herself and meditate a few times, but ultimately found herself distracted by her racing thoughts. She longed to recite the calming incantation a hundred and eight times, silently cursing her own guilty conscience, as she repeatedly chanted, "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form."

In the meantime, a messenger from the Biluohuangquan was lingering outside her window. Even with her eyes closed, she could guess it was Wanshao urging her to return, but she had no intention of responding. After quickly shooing away the night crows, she shut the window and sighed silently, enduring a night whose length was difficult to quantify.

With a guilty conscience, Shang Can thought, I can't let Yun Duan know.

Even though it wasn't uncommon for same-sex cultivators to form partners among themselves, she and Yun Duan were ultimately still sisters—once sisters, at least. The current relationship was even more complicated, to the point where she couldn't find the words to describe it. The names of the demon cultivator and the Qingyu cloud lord didn't seem to fit together at all.

I can't let Yun Duan know. That little thought was inconsequential anyway; what she meant was—

...There's no need. At this point, there's no need.