I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 114

Shang Can and Yun Duan settled in Yun City.

The two well-known figures in the realm of immortality unexpectedly lived lives no different from ordinary mortals. Their lives were more peaceful than they had anticipated: no pursuers, no lingering threats—just waking up with the dawn, resting at dusk, having three meals a day, and being with their lover at all times.

Out of caution, Shang Can didn't wear a mask like she had in the past, but she still cast a spell on her appearance so that those who weren't familiar with her would forget her features after seeing her, leaving no deep impression. This way, when asked about her by those with ulterior motives, they wouldn't be able to divulge anything. She rarely went out, partly to maintain her anonymity and partly considering Yun Duan's feelings.

Although Yun Duan would not voice it, Shang Can, who shared a heartbeat with her, could tell that Yun Duan was not yet at ease with her going out alone. Understanding this sentiment, Shang Can willingly stayed by Yun Duan's side every day, waiting patiently in the courtyard when Yun Duan occasionally stepped out, and eagerly approaching her for a warm hug upon her return.

How should she put it? Sometimes, Shang Can thought that she could no longer imagine a better life than this.

"You're nothing but a pretty boy," Wan Shao said, storming in on the third day after they returned to Yun City, pointing her finger at Shang Can and making a sharp remark, "Aren't you the 'delicate' one hidden away in a golden house?"

"That's a biased statement," Shang Can retorted.

Before they could sit down and have a calm conversation, they went through a storm of accusations. Shang Can's choice of words was much more tactful than before: "There's a difference between the active and passive sense of the word 'hidden.'"

"..." Wan Shao clicked her tongue in surprise, unable to help but applaud this rare sight of Shang Can blooming like an iron tree. "Incredible, Shang Can. Is this the power of love? Even your thick-headed self can have a moment like this. Truly amazing."

Without lifting her gaze, Shang Can smiled nonchalantly, "If I had to say—your potion is much more impressive than mine."

Wan Shao's smile froze instantly, her pupils trembling in shock. The dynamics shifted rapidly, and it was now Wan Shao who spoke timidly. Still, she couldn't help but doubt that Yun Duan would ever reveal this matter, suspecting Shang Can of fishing for information, so she feigned ignorance and stammered, "... What potion are you talking about? I've given you so many potions over the years; how could I remember them all—"

Shang Can coldly watched her stumble through her words and only when Wan Shao finally ran out of excuses did she say flatly, "Yun Duan told me."

"How did you get into the black-hearted business of being a drug dealer?" Shang Can recalled the events of the past with mixed feelings. On one hand, she felt that without those matters, her relationship with Yun Duan might have remained stagnant for a while longer. On the other hand, she felt genuine apprehension. Now that she had caught the one responsible for supplying the potion, she had to confront her. "That kind of potion—how could it just be available? Are you carrying such strange things with you every day?"

"You can't just slander me!" Wan Shao, who had lived for who knows how many years, couldn't tolerate such accusations. She glared at Shang Can and retorted, "I only saw that Yun Duan had long had this idea—she was unyielding, and you should know her character—so I thought it'd be better for her to have something with less harmful effects than to look for something suspicious on the market..."

At this point, Shang Can was left speechless. Her expression was quite remarkable; after several moments of red and white flushing through her cheeks, she stammered, "... You mean she... has had this idea for a long time?"