I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 89

The past cannot be held onto.

At this time yesterday, Shang Can was still in Yun City, veiling her crimson-golden eyes, putting on a facade of innocence and frailty, living a peaceful life free from conflict.

Today, however, she could only wake up in a concealed, dim cave, venturing out to fetch clean water, then carefully feeding it to the still-sleeping Yun Duan.

Shang Can knew she had little time. Firstly, the immortal realm was likely in chaos, and it wouldn't be long before they began searching for her, the culprit responsible for releasing the evil spirits. Secondly, she was worried about Yun Duan's health; although she had chosen mild medicines, if she slept for too long, it would still likely cause some discomfort.

Fortunately, over the years she had scoured the world, and apart from the Dao Heart Lotus Seeds, she had gathered all the other ingredients from the prescription. Now, she just needed to concoct the medicine. Shang Can had secretly studied pharmacology over the years, and now she could handle it with considerable skill. The wound on her hand, which had stopped bleeding, was cruelly reopened as she squeezed it, causing fresh blood to drip into the medicine pot, releasing a faint red mist.

She spent an entire day forming the pills, and the process went surprisingly smoothly. Perhaps even the heavenly path wanted to end this all quickly, Shang Can thought. After living all these years, she was finally approaching self-destruction; surely the heavenly path that hadn't killed her back then would be pleased.

After a decade, Shang Can finally obtained this pill, trembling slightly as she held it in her hands.

This nameless pill could exchange lives. Here, there were two individuals left with only half a life each; whoever consumed it would receive a complete fate from the other person.

Although Shang Can was already very weak, she felt an inexplicable urge to smile. To this day, the reason her friend Wan Shao's mother had created this medicine was no longer traceable, but without it, both individuals in the cave would have likely perished in that incident years ago—she would certainly have died alongside Yun Duan, a thought she had never doubted.

Now, if one person could survive, it was already a tremendous stroke of luck.

Shang Can quietly approached the stone bed, gently cradling Yun Duan in her arms, momentarily holding her breath.

She wondered if after entering the ghost realm, she would have a chance to thank this flower demon elder in person.

Shang Can silently smiled, then carefully placed the pill into Yun Duan's mouth, watching as she swallowed it.

At the moment she saw Yun Duan's throat move, the weight that had hung over Shang Can's heart finally lifted. She felt immensely relieved, exhaling a long breath of relief, allowing herself a moment to bury her face in Yun Duan's hair, secretly inhaling the unique, cool fragrance of the person in her embrace while she was still asleep.

As soon as Shang Can sensed Yun Duan's shoulders slightly tense, she immediately raised her head. Indeed, she saw Yun Duan's brows furrowed slightly in pain, a situation Shang Can was no longer unfamiliar with. She casually sliced open her own wound, pressing her bleeding palm against Yun Duan's lips—

Yun Duan gasped, suddenly turning her head away.

She clearly wasn't fully awake yet, and the pain in her expression was still evident, but her rejection was unmistakable and resolute, as if it were a reflex.

Shang Can was taken aback, watching helplessly as her blood dripped onto Yun Duan's white robes. She awkwardly reached out to wipe it away, only making it worse.