I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 96

Fleeing in Panic.

Leaning against the closed door, Yunyan slowly realized the implications of her earlier actions. No matter how strongly she expressed her anger towards Nanshuang or how loud the sound of the door slamming was, it was all just a disguise for her inner cowardice; ultimately, she was merely fleeing in panic.

But what was she hiding?

Was it the discomfort of being hit where it hurt, or the fear that Nanshuang's sharp words might contain a grain of truth?

Yunyan knew this all too well, yet she didn't want to think any further.

Outside the door, she could faintly hear sounds, as if Wanshao was arguing with Nanshuang. Although she was aware that her actions were rather rude, she couldn't bring herself to go out and mediate; she quietly walked to the table in the room, sat down, and covered her ears, wishing for the world to become quiet.

She didn't want to listen; she didn't want to hear anything.

Except for the words that Shanggan had spoken to her personally, she didn't want to hear anything else.

Had she not considered the things Nanshuang said? Yet now, it was hard to clarify what she was pursuing: Was she seeking an answer, hoping to resolve her obsession, or simply wanting to see Shanggan once more?

For these past few days, she had been on the verge of collapse, yet she clung stubbornly to the desire to find Shanggan. Anyone who looked at her would know she was not in a good state, but those around her who understood the situation felt pity for her. Even Pei Chen only subtly advised her, but no one was as blunt and ruthless as Nanshuang.

Some things, even if she had similar thoughts in her heart, could not be openly discussed with others.

A few knocks sounded at the door, followed by Wanshao's cautious voice: "Are you okay? I've already scolded Nanshuang; don't take her words to heart..."

Yunyan remained silent for a moment, and ultimately did not open the door. She only said, "... I'm sorry; I'm not feeling well today. Please, feel free to do as you like."

Her tone was firm, and the outside went silent. Yunyan leaned on the table, burying her face in her arms, and quietly closed her eyes.

When she opened them again, it was already nightfall.

The room was unlit, and Yunyan straightened her posture, shivering slightly.

The winter chill seeped in, and her thin body made it uncomfortable to have fallen asleep on the table. Yunyan felt her mind still a bit muddled, as if she were trapped in an ambiguous stupor, yet her body stubbornly insisted that at such a late hour, she was wide awake.

This was not an unusual occurrence; one could say that being able to sleep for a while after what had happened during the day was somewhat fortunate. Yunyan quietly stood up. After a short nap, her mood had stabilized considerably; at least she could calmly recall Nanshuang's words, with a part of her, like a detached observer, nodding in agreement.

Yunyan shook her head and walked to the door. After hesitating for a moment, she pushed it open.

Outside was a silent courtyard enveloped in the deep night—just as it should be.

"Hey, why are you awake at this hour?"

Yuange, squatting in one corner of the courtyard, looked up in surprise at Yunyan. Yunyan noticed she was messing with several lumps of snow that had yet to take shape and quickly realized she seemed to be playing in the snow.