Stalemate.
Life after that day can be described with this word; or perhaps it's more accurate to say it resembles a stagnant pond where no one can create a ripple.
Shang Can has been obedient. Ever since she returned to the mortal realm, she has never stepped out of her room even once.
She has no way to contact the outside world, nor does she think to make any attempts. Instead, she dutifully searches her old room like a treasure hunt, looking for something to pass the time. Since returning to the mortal realm, the many reincarnation memories that once belonged to the half-demon Phoenix have gradually faded. Shang Can quickly forgot most of them, and she couldn't even reflect on her past life from a third-person perspective to kill time. Fortunately, her room seems to have remained mostly unchanged since she left Qing Yu. Shang Can soon found many old storybooks and read them happily—these used to be forbidden items she had to hide away, but now no one is watching, so she counts it as a small blessing.
The chain is neither too long nor too short; it is long enough for her to wander around the room, but not long enough to let her walk out the door. Even when fully extended, it barely reaches the entrance. She has accepted her situation with Yunduan, feeling no objections. Although she initially found the sound of the chain annoying while moving, she thought it was similar to a bell hanging on a cat's collar—after listening to it for a while, one eventually gets used to it.
Her three meals a day have not been missed. Yunduan comes three times a day at set times, bringing meals and necessities like clean clothes, and she would eat with her. Even though it's difficult to tell the exact time in the room, Shang Can noticed that Yunduan's arrival was often alarmingly precise. After a few days, although Yunduan still came quietly, Shang Can gradually got a sense of when she would arrive and would sit obediently at the table a few minutes beforehand.
It increasingly felt like she was being tamed like a pet.
Complex emotions welled up in her heart as Shang Can silently sighed and earnestly finished her meal.
Though Yunduan hasn't disclosed her true situation to her, Shang Can is somewhat aware that while she still feels hunger, she shouldn't actually need to eat. Yet, whenever Yunduan silently sits beside her, Shang Can can't bring herself to rebel against Yunduan over such trivial matters. She always eats out of a sense of compliance.
It doesn't feel like a waste; after all, she feels hungry. Shang Can thought perhaps food serves as some kind of energy that keeps her lively. Eating more might reduce whatever else is being consumed, though she doesn't even know what else that might be.
These days, she has constantly been troubled by the fact that Yunduan didn't respond directly to her question that day. She doesn't even know what basis she exists here, nor does she know if Yunduan has paid any price to create this situation. Shang Can really struggles to feel justified in her presence.
However, she also realizes that asking again is not a good choice. Yunduan hasn't talked much with her since that day. Shang Can has tried to find topics to discuss, but Yunduan either responds with a few terse words or simply remains silent. It often happens that an entire meal passes without Yunduan speaking.
Clearly, she is still angry.
But the reasons for this anger are too complicated, and Shang Can, looking at the intricate web of causes and effects, feels utterly helpless, pondering day and night about where to start.
At least one thing is clear to her: no matter what, she cannot act on her own anymore, or else something truly might go wrong—for both her and Yunduan.
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FantasiDISCLAIMER: I do not claim ownership over this story. I only MTLed it with AI and polished it. Link: https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=5309619 Official Synopsis: Shang Can transmigrated into the cultivation world as the chief disciple of an...