I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 97

Yuan Ge originally did not understand love.

Though she, as a flower demon of the other shore, had witnessed countless separations and reunions, she remained merely an observer and could not discern any deeper nuances. At most, she felt a passing sadness as if she were watching a play from the audience, then turned her head to cast aside those loves and hates, returning to her carefree life as a flower demon.

Having seen enough, there were times when she even felt dissatisfaction with certain infatuated souls in the ghost realm—wasn't it foolish to keep everything bottled up when it could simply be expressed? Why hide it away only to bring unspeakable feelings to the banks of the River of Forgetfulness, never to have the chance to voice them?

That was truly stupid. At that time, Yuan Ge scoffed at it. Humans were troublesome; they should learn from us demons. Love is love, hate is hate; be frank and forthright, passionately and unabashedly express your feelings. What could be difficult about that?

Until she met Nan Shuang, and from that moment on, she became an actress on the stage instead of a spectator in the audience, personally performing this awkward pantomime.

Yuan Ge felt unwilling. She didn't understand why she had become so constrained, as unfamiliar emotions sprouted in her heart, making her feel unlike herself. This transformation brought her fear and unease. She had thought of simply coming clean, after all, Nan Shuang was already a member of the ghost realm; no matter what, she would remain there. Even if she didn't accept her feelings, there was nowhere she could escape to—

This was the greedy thinking belonging to the demon race, a desire to possess their beloved.

But every time she thought of the possibility of being rejected by Nan Shuang, she hesitated, and thus many years passed.

The reckless flower demon finally tasted the bitterness of love; she no longer mocked those souls with their obsessions, and often lingered by the River of Forgetfulness, staring blankly at the endless water surface. She understood what cowardice was, what it meant to be anxious about gaining or losing. It was really annoying; if only she hadn't fallen for Nan Shuang.

This conflicting emotion lingered in her heart for a long time. Life in the ghost realm was uneventful, yet Yuan Ge always felt anxious. This anxiety had been accumulating over the past two years, gradually reaching a point of overflow, causing her to carry a heavy heart day and night, often plagued by terrifying thoughts that would spring to mind uncontrollably.

—Nan Shuang had already left the ghost realm and was very likely not to return.

That person was like the wind, elusive and hard to grasp. Even when in the ghost realm, Yuan Ge had never truly held onto her presence, let alone suddenly finding herself in a place completely unfamiliar to her.

But for Nan Shuang, this was a return to her homeland, as if she were a fish back in water. Yuan Ge remembered the day the passage between realms unexpectedly opened, the ghost realm shook violently, and golden flames mingled with the heavenly light streamed down from the heavens. She was at a loss, while Nan Shuang stood still, gazing at the sky, the light in her eyes making Yuan Ge too afraid to look longer, instinctively turning her head away.

Nan Shuang must want to return to the cultivation realm, Yuan Ge thought, forcibly ignoring the increasingly apparent unease in her heart, and analyzing it with false calmness. After all, that was her familiar territory, and the ghost realm had nothing to offer.

But what did she have? What could she do to stop Nan Shuang?

The seed of unease blossomed into a fragile flower. Yuan Ge could only dazedly follow Nan Shuang to the cultivation realm, watching as Pei Chen approached without a care, and though she dared not show her anger, she felt she had no right to speak up about this. Gradually, through daily companionship, she lost her determination.