No response.
The person didn’t seem to have any intention of hiding their tracks; they simply walked to the door with slow, steady footsteps.
The door swayed slightly. Just as Shang Can realized with a start that she hadn’t locked it before falling asleep, she watched as the door was pushed open.
Snow-white sleeping robes, long black hair cascading lazily over her shoulders, and a face that remained peerlessly elegant even without a trace of makeup—it was Yun Duan.
The vigilance Shang Can had just mustered instantly extinguished. She chuckled helplessly, “Yun Zhongjun, don’t scare me like that. Why didn’t you answer me just now?”
“…”
Yun Duan remained silent. She simply walked in quietly, her movements appearing somewhat sluggish for some reason.
“…Yun Zhongjun?”
Her abnormality was so obvious that Shang Can’s heart leaped into her throat again. Shang Can instinctively lowered her voice, but Yun Duan offered no response. She merely walked slowly toward Shang Can as if she had locked onto a target.
Outside the window, the night was as black as ink. Only the ball of fire summoned by Shang Can floated flickeringly in the room, allowing Shang Can to see her clearly as she approached.
Her exquisite profile was rimmed with a soft halo by the firelight. Her face bore its usual tranquility, but her eyelids were lowered. Those eyes—usually clear and chilling—seemed somewhat vacant now, veiled by her downcast lashes.
Shang Can suddenly understood the situation and instinctively caught her breath.
She stopped calling Yun Duan’s name. A look of complexity crossed her handsome face, yet she still allowed Yun Duan to approach.
When the other woman walked directly up to her, Shang Can’s elegant eyes flickered. Finally, she reached out to grasp Yun Duan’s wrist, pulling her gently toward her.
This person was incredibly obedient; with just a light tug, she leaned toward Shang Can’s strength, sinking into her embrace without the slightest resistance.
A lapful of that familiar, cold fragrance. Shang Can felt a momentary lapse in focus, but her hands moved with practiced ease, settling into familiar places. She began to gently stroke Yun Duan’s smooth hair while rhythmically patting her back to soothe her.
Lost Soul Syndrome.
Or, in the terms of her original world… sleepwalking.
Yun Duan’s condition was supposed to have been completely cured before Shang Can left Qingyu. During those several years, she clearly hadn’t suffered an episode.
Shang Can’s heart was filled with uncertainty. Her arm instinctively tightened around Yun Duan’s waist.
…Why? Why has Yun Duan started sleepwalking again?