I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 83

The next day, Shang Can emerged from her room into the bright daylight.

Wan Shao, who had woken up early after a restful sleep, was sitting idly in the courtyard. When she saw Shang Can push open the door, her eyes lit up mischievously. "Oh, you're finally awake! How was your sleep last night?" she teased.

To her surprise, Shang Can looked more put together than she had expected. She had changed out of the clothes she had worn last night, and her usually untidy hair, which she often left draped over her shoulders, had been neatly combed. It was hard to believe this was someone who had been drunk the night before. Probably thanks to Yun Zhongjun taking good care of her, Wan Shao thought.

A sudden flash of insight crossed Wan Shao's mind, and everything became clear. She looked at Shang Can with a playful glint in her eyes as she slowly walked over. Today, Shang Can was dressed in white, her waist and torso wrapped tightly in the fabric, accentuating her tall and slender figure, making her appear even more elegant, like a bamboo stalk. From behind, she even looked a little like Yun Duan.

This seems like a good sign, Wan Shao mused. After all, Shang Can had always avoided wearing white—most likely because Yun Zhongjun favored the color. Now that she had chosen it on her own, it seemed she had come to some realization.

Wan Shao's spirits lifted, and she eagerly pulled Shang Can by the sleeve to sit beside her. Shang Can quietly drank a few cups of tea before slowly replying, "Thanks to you, I didn't sleep very well."

...There was something in those words that seemed to carry a hidden meaning.

Wan Shao felt a jolt of unease. Could it be that Shang Can wasn't completely drunk last night? But before she could dwell on it, Shang Can sighed and said, "That cheap wine you gave me—my head was aching in my dreams all night. I had nightmares."

Wan Shao breathed a sigh of relief. So it was just about the wine. She shot back angrily, "Don't be so picky! I'm your healer, and you're lucky I even let you drink! Complain more, and I'll report you to Yun Zhongjun!"

She felt a little guilty as she said that last part, knowing that threatening someone over something already exposed wasn't very convincing. To test the waters, she coughed and added, "Speaking of Yun Zhongjun—she's busy cooking right now. Do you think she noticed anything... unusual last night?"

Shang Can's expression remained neutral as she replied leisurely, "How would I know? I couldn't see. I was busy drinking, after all."

Wan Shao gritted her teeth at Shang Can's unapologetic tone and leaned in, lowering her voice. "Can't see, can't see... Are your eyes ever going to recover? Why is it taking so long this time? When will they be better?"

There was a note of concern in Wan Shao's voice. Even though she had been treating Shang Can's illnesses for years, she had no clue how to cure this strange ailment and could only wait for Shang Can to recover on her own. She had already braced herself for Shang Can's usual snappy "How would I know?" but instead, Shang Can was silent for a moment. She set down her teacup and stood up.

"Probably soon," Shang Can said softly. "Maybe today."

Wan Shao was taken aback but overjoyed, rubbing her hands together. "That's great! Once your eyes are better, we'll have to celebrate properly. Or if you'd prefer some alone time with Yun Zhongjun, I wouldn't mind stepping aside."

Her tone was teasing, and normally Shang Can would have fired back with a sarcastic retort, but today, Shang Can only smiled gently. "Sure, but let's celebrate together. I want to go to the most expensive restaurant in town. You can treat us, can't you, Lady Yao Master?"