I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 87

Yun Duan had never imagined that a day would come when she would have to fight Shang Can.

But the heavenly fire that surged toward her left her no choice but to accept it. Yun Duan quickly dodged, her Wuyou sword flashing as it sliced through the flames. Through the gap created, she glimpsed Shang Can's calm face—her eyes sparkling yet betraying no hint of her inner thoughts.

Shang Can's sudden change in attitude and action felt abrupt, as if she had acted on a whim out of boredom. Yun Duan, however, felt no intent to fight; instead, she found herself increasingly restrained. As time passed, she noticed that her body was becoming sluggish, and her spiritual power felt a bit uncooperative.

She couldn't make sense of everything that had happened since Shang Can left. Her mind was a tangled mess, longing for a chance to talk, but the person before her remained silent, rejecting her completely, using the delicate heavenly fire to entangle her. For reasons unknown, the thin fire chain around her wrist was neither withdrawn by its master nor misbehaving; it simply lay quietly against her pale wrist, flickering on and off with Shang Can's attacks.

Suddenly, Yun Duan felt an indescribable fatigue. Her sword trembled, grazing past the approaching heavenly fire, and she instinctively tensed her body, bracing for impact. Yet the surrounding flames abruptly froze in midair.

A flicker of hope reignited in her heart. Yun Duan lifted her gaze to Shang Can, seeing that familiar yet unfamiliar figure slightly bowing her head, not looking at her, seemingly lost in thought.

"You woke up early, but the effects of the medicine haven't completely faded."

Maintaining her posture, Shang Can spoke indifferently, "If I were you, I wouldn't recklessly use my spiritual power and provoke the medicine to circulate through my body."

"......"

Yun Duan gripped the hilt of the Wuyou sword with uncertainty. She couldn't gauge Shang Can's intentions but selfishly interpreted her words as concern. With a tinge of urgency, she asked, "Are you worried about me?"

"Not really."

The response came as a surprising bluntness. Shang Can shook her head, finally lifting her gaze to meet Yun Duan's eyes with an air of nonchalance. "I just wanted to say, you can't defeat me."

Yun Duan felt a lump in her throat, struggling to respond softly, "...I didn't intend to fight you."

"Is that so?" Shang Can laughed at something in those words. Yun Duan saw a faint smile tug at her lips as she lazily added, "Then you don't plan to have me take you away?"

The implications of "whoever wins gets to take the other away" were glaringly obvious in her words. Yun Duan's heart was in turmoil, unsure of what emotions she felt at this moment—what motive did Shang Can have in wanting to take her away? Was it because she was Yun Duan, or simply because she was the flawless celestial being?

But looking into Shang Can's eyes made Yun Duan realize that even if she voiced her question, she would only receive that heart-wrenching answer.

Those eyes were too calm, evoking a sense of emptiness and vastness, as if gazing at the starry sky yet unable to grasp it.

There were no ripples, no emotions, and certainly no... love, the very sentiment she longed for.

It felt as though she had finally awakened from a dream, surrounded by chaos.

What should she do? How did it come to this? What was the right course of action?

Yun Duan felt her mind blank, her vision fading to white. With the continuous onslaught of heavenly fire ceased, the temperature around her dropped rapidly, the chill penetrating through her thin clothing like dense ice crystals settling in her blood, leaving her feeling stiff and heavy.