I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 110

Expressing everything out loud was smoother than imagined.

The past spanned a long time, and it took Shang Can a great deal of time to slowly finish saying everything. During this process, Yun Duan didn't appear very calm. Shang Can had to grasp Yun Duan's tightly clenched hands repeatedly, gently reassuring her to ease her grip to avoid hurting herself.

"... I suppose that's about it." After finishing a long speech, Shang Can exhaled a deep breath and said, "Although it wasn't my intention, I have indeed been looking at you from a distance these past two years. To put it another way, even if I had the ability to contact you back then, I likely... wouldn't have done so."

The hand she was holding grew stiff again, and Shang Can squeezed it tightly, leaning forward slightly, her gaze gentle and apologetic. What came out of her mouth, however, was completely resolute: "Yun Duan, I know that what I did was far from clever and that you have suffered a lot because of me. I haven't done anything well; everything I've done is just for my own satisfaction."

Shang Can looked straight into Yun Duan's tear-filled eyes and quietly said, "... But even if I were to start over, I probably wouldn't change my approach."

"If you ask whether there is a better way than mine in this world, I know the answer is certainly yes. I just couldn't find it. Back then, my body couldn't last much longer, and I was unwilling to take even the slightest risk that might exist. I'm just that cowardly."

As she spoke, she forced a smile, self-deprecatingly adding, "It's somewhat laughable; I've lived for just over twenty years in this life, and it seems I can't change this nature of mine."

"You can hate me; you should hate me. I know, and I accept it all." Her throat felt dry; perhaps she had said too much today. Shang Can bit her lip, slowly and calmly continued, "You can do whatever you want with me. Lock me up, confine me, it's all fine."

"What I've always sought is just one thing: I want you to live well."

Saying this, Shang Can sat back down, gently patting the back of Yun Duan's hand as if a burden had been lifted. "Nothing else matters; whatever happens is fine."

"..." Yun Duan's gaze fell vacantly in the corner. After a long time, she finally opened her lips, her voice somewhat hoarse, "What if I want to die together with you?"

Shang Can paused, quietly holding her delicate wrist in her palm, and softly yet firmly replied, "Even if you want to die together with me."

Sure enough, the person in front of her immediately tried to pull her hand back, but Shang Can held on firmly. Yun Duan had no choice but to lean in and grip Shang Can's collar, wrinkling the garment that she had just smoothed out that morning: "You—"

Shang Can braced herself for a harsh reprimand, but Yun Duan only started to speak and then fell silent. Those deep eyes, as dark as jade, stubbornly stared at her, mist lingering in them for a long while before finally spilling over, falling onto Shang Can like a burning sunset.

How could she bear to see her cry? Shang Can panickedly raised her hand to wipe the tears, using her fingertips to dab at them, feeling her heart twist painfully, yet she was at a loss. Even though she knew why Yun Duan was crying, Shang Can couldn't find the comforting words to soothe her. The normally eloquent one was now at a loss for words, repeatedly mumbling, "... Don't cry, don't cry. It hurts your eyes."

Why did people have so many tears?

The question that once surfaced by the banks of the Wangchuan River reemerged in Yun Duan's heart, yet even now it remained unanswered. She would always cry for this person, no matter where she was, no matter whether they met again; she would inevitably shed tears over every one of this person's actions, as if it were a destined calamity.