I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 92

In her memory, there is a continuous blank.

Yun Duan couldn't recall anything that happened since that day when she fell asleep in Shang Can's embrace. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a cave that was both strange and familiar. Flickering flames burned on the rocky walls, illuminating the dim cave as if it were daylight.

She stared blankly for a while before finally realizing where she was. For a moment, a sense of joy surged within her—Shang Can must have remembered this place and brought her here, which meant... perhaps Shang Can had always valued their relationship.

However, this joy only lasted an instant before dissipating. Yun Duan quickly realized that there were no other living beings in the cave besides her. Confused, she looked around, but when she glanced down, she saw the dark red stain on her white clothes. Her heart sank.

She had no external injuries, so whose dried blood was this?

Everything felt like it was uncontrollably spiraling out of control. Suddenly, Yun Duan felt a sharp pain in her wrist. She raised her hand and was horrified to see that the heavenly fire bracelet given to her by Shang Can was rapidly and inevitably fading.

In that moment, all other thoughts vanished. Even with Chu Ming's arrival, she could not tear her mind away from the pain. She cast her gaze towards the extinguishing heavenly fire, a wave of weakness, which she herself did not understand, rose in her heart, almost resembling a silent plea.

Not knowing how to cope with this inexplicable panic, Yun Duan struggled to suppress her emotions. Since she had been safely hidden in this place, perhaps Shang Can simply hadn't expected her to wake up so suddenly and had temporarily left. As for the heavenly fire going out, it might just be... just—

A gaping hole felt like it had been forcibly torn open in her heart, and the overwhelming sense of emptiness made it impossible for her to convince herself. With a mind as blank as a slate, she instinctively fled the cave. Chu Ming urgently called her name, following closely behind, but Yun Duan had no time to pay attention to him.

It was the afternoon, the sunlight was bright, and a gentle breeze brushed past. Suddenly, Yun Duan felt an unusual chill. She touched her cheek, only to find it wet.

Only then did she realize she was crying. Confused, she wiped away her tears, but the emptiness in her heart remained unfilled, even with the return of daylight. Yun Duan stood there dazed for a while before finally turning to Chu Ming, whispering, "...Where is she?"

Perhaps because she had been asleep for so long, her voice was slightly hoarse. Chu Ming's throat tightened, and he instinctively avoided Yun Duan's gaze, handing her his water pouch. "Drink some water first. How are you feeling? Do you want—"

"..."

Yun Duan didn't take it; she just stared directly at Chu Ming, her eyes as dark as ink. Chu Ming couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze; his words halted midway, and even the hand that held the water pouch became stiff, trembling unconsciously.

What could he say? What could he say? That Shang Can only summoned him with a paper crane? Did he really not know Shang Can's whereabouts?

Chu Ming dared not say a word.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that the person before him couldn't bear to hear such things. Although Yun Duan's expression and posture appeared normal, there was an uncanny feeling that she was like fragile ice at the edge of a high cliff, ready to shatter and dissipate into a wisp of mist at the slightest breeze.

And Shang Can had indeed told him nothing. Chu Ming didn't know whether this was Shang Can's way of preventing him from feeling guilty, but regardless, he remained silent, giving a vague answer through his silence.