I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 67

In the end, Shang Can didn't let Yun Duan feed her porridge. She managed to persuade Yun Duan and took the bowl back into her own hands, drinking cautiously this time.

Yun Duan still seemed somewhat worried. Shang Can noticed that she hadn't made a sound for a long while, so she couldn't help but look up and urge, "Why aren't you eating? Are you just staring at me?"

"...I was just thinking," Yun Duan replied, sounding a bit confused, "How to treat a burned tongue."

"Thank you, but it's not necessary."

Shang Can quickly responded. Her hand trembled, causing her spoon to clink against the ceramic bowl with a crisp sound.

This is ridiculous. It felt like every time she heard Yun Duan say something, some indescribable thoughts would pop into her mind. Shang Can took a deep breath and tried to soothe herself calmly, "It's not that bad; it'll heal on its own after a while. There's no need to worry so much."

She bit her slightly painful tongue nervously and added, "I just can't see; my hands aren't broken. I can still handle something as simple as drinking porridge myself."

"But Acan just burned her tongue."

"...That was just a moment of carelessness. I believe even the celestial beings in the Nine Heavens have had the experience of burning their tongues while drinking porridge; it's nothing rare."

Perhaps feeling that she made a valid point, Yun Duan softly hummed in acknowledgment and finally diverted her gaze from Shang Can, saying in a low voice, "But it still hurts when you burn yourself. Acan has already been hurt so many times."

Shang Can, whose body had been in a sorry state since her visit to the ghost realm, suddenly found herself at a loss for words. There was no way to refute this accusation, so she could only vaguely respond, "It's not like I've been hurt a lot; most of it is already healed... it doesn't really hurt that much."

Her words went unanswered, and the table fell silent, with only the sound of the bowl colliding with the spoon echoing occasionally.

Clearly, they hadn't even finished discussing how to treat Yun Duan's night wandering, yet now it was Shang Can who felt at fault. As a demonic cultivator, she felt utterly powerless in front of Yun Zhongjun.

Shang Can felt a sense of melancholy—was the gap in their statuses really this large?

While she was lost in thought, Yun Duan had already finished her breakfast. She quietly set down her spoon and asked, "What are your plans for today, Acan? Should we... go back for a visit?"

Considering they were in the open lobby of the inn, Yun Duan didn't specify a place, but Shang Can knew she was referring to the Bi Luo Huang Quan. After hesitating for a moment, she shook her head and said, "No."

"...Let's wait until my eyes are better," Shang Can said, furrowing her brows. "It's not convenient to go back right now, and I'd probably have to listen to Wan Shao nag me."

"Before my eyes get better, I'll have to rely on Yun Zhongjun," Shang Can added, looking at Yun Duan with a deep smile. "If there's somewhere you want to go, you'd better take me along; otherwise, I won't have anywhere to go. And since I can't see, I might get run over by a cart on the way."

Suddenly, she paused and added, "...But if you want to return to Qing Yu, then I'll just wait here for you."

Yun Duan fell silent for a while before softly replying, "No problem, I won't go back to Qing Yu."

Another silence ensued. Shang Can inwardly lamented how she had made the atmosphere so heavy and deliberately cleared her throat, forcing a laugh. "Then where does Yun Zhongjun want to go? Are we off to punish evildoers or to enjoy the mountains and rivers? If you don't mind, I can accompany you, but since I can't see, I might be a bit of a burden."