I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 109

Yun Duan could actually see the scene in Shang Can's room no matter where she was.

She couldn't even count how many layers of protective spells she had placed over Shang Can's room, safeguarding that little space as if it were an impenetrable fortress. If Yun Duan wanted to, she could even know if Shang Can sighed.

Yun Duan did not intend to tell Shang Can about this, at least not yet.

"Yun Zhong Jun?"

A voice called out from in front of her, stirring Yun Duan's thoughts. She withdrew her awareness from the person sitting at the table, who wore a serious expression, and looked at the little pharmacist in Qing Yu Gate attire. She extended her hand to accept the medicine pouch that was offered and politely nodded, "Thank you."

"There's no need for formalities, Yun Zhong Jun." The little pharmacist, who had met Yun Duan many times, had become somewhat less formal, smiling as she added, "You've been taking this medicine for blood deficiency for some time now. It seems it's having some effect. You might not notice it yourself, but your complexion today looks much better than before."

When the pharmacist's gaze fell on her, Yun Duan instinctively adjusted her tightly fastened collar, somewhat awkwardly averted her gaze, and murmured, "...It must be thanks to your medicine."

Even though she had applied a cream to hide the marks and had checked herself in the mirror numerous times, Yun Duan still felt an unfamiliar shyness lingering in her heart. She didn't want to discuss it further; after exchanging a few pleasantries with the pharmacist, she bid her farewell and left. Her steps started off a bit hurried but soon slowed down, revealing her heavy thoughts.

How could she say my complexion looks better? Yun Duan thought.

Last night, she had spent most of the night convincing that person, who never easily let her go, that her medicine truly worked. After that, she had only managed to sleep for a few hours, feeling completely drained as if soaked in water. She had fallen asleep quickly.

Even after waking up in the morning, her body seemed to still be unable to fully process what had happened last night, and even now, there was a lingering soreness with every step. As a cultivator, she should have been in good health, especially as the Yun Zhong Jun. If they were to be honest, it was probably due to her weakened body.

Yet, under these circumstances, the little pharmacist still thought her complexion looked good.

How could that be?

Yun Duan slowly strolled back to her dwelling. For the past few days, she had not been staying in her original room, instead choosing a secluded and quiet disciple's quarters. After all, her original room was right next to Shang Can's. If she were too close, it would be hard to control the desire to approach her.

Yun Duan skillfully prepared the medicine she had brought back. The brewing process took some time, so she quietly stood in front of the cauldron. As her mind stirred, the image of that person reappeared before her.

There was no difference from when she had seen Shang Can at the pharmacy; Shang Can still sat upright at the table, her brows furrowed in deep thought, as if pondering something intensely. Her usually smiling peach blossom eyes were now anxious, partially hidden by the stray hair that fell over her face. She showed no intention of pushing it aside and simply sat quietly.

Even though it was a seemingly still scene, Yun Duan watched for a long time without growing tired of it. No matter how many times she had seen Shang Can, her heart would always race uncontrollably. Yun Duan sighed silently and reached out her hand, tracing the outline of that person.