A Scarred Omega [Female Alpha, Male Omega] (ChatGPT Translated)

Chapter 24

After I said this name, Axiu seemed even more nervous. He clenched his fingers, like a prisoner walking to the gallows, stiffly waiting for my next question. I patted his head and then touched the back of his neck. He moved uncomfortably and I held him down. I stared at Axiu in the mirror, hesitating about the question that was about to come out.

I wanted him to voluntarily confess his identity.

But I knew very well that Axiu had been resisting this matter. He wouldn't want to answer this question. If I asked him directly, would it seem too cruel and heartless?

Realizing what kind of thought I had, I was a little stunned.

. . . I never thought that one day I would be afraid and hesitant because of these two adjectives.

"What's wrong?" Axiu suddenly opened his eyes and met my conflicted gaze in the mirror.

I licked my dry lips, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked, "Do you know. . . where Bu Huaiyuan went after he escaped?"

As expected, his pupils shrank and he quickly looked away from my gaze. His face turned pale.

"You promised to be honest," I tried to ignore the slight reluctance in my heart and reminded Axiu of his words.

". . ."

Axiu's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes revealed a hint of pain and confusion. He found it difficult to answer the question, and I knew it, but I had to ask.

We had been so honest with each other that I had to make him realize who he was. He had to face his past and couldn't hide behind the shell of "Axiu" forever.

"Can you tell me where Bu Huaiyuan went?"

The bathroom fell into a long, dead silence once again.

While waiting, I felt anxious and restless, like I was being roasted over a fire. I waited for Axiu to come back to life before I could finally calm down a bit.

He pitifully shook his head and grabbed my clothes, pleading with me through the mirror, "Can we change the subject, please?"

"Can we talk about something else. . . anything else but this?"

Axiu's voice trembled, and his fingers clenched tighter and tighter. He almost begged me in a low, breathy voice.

"Yu Bie." He whispered my name, then called out again, "Yu Bie. . ."

He called my name twice, but I didn't say anything. He didn't want to speak, which I had anticipated long ago.

But I felt inexplicably angry, and within that anger, there was a hint of sadness.

This anger was not as fierce as any previous ones, but it was more like a tiny flame emerging from the tip of a damp matchstick. Although it was only a small flicker, it burned hot.

The endless silence between Axiu and me seemed to be the best fuel and desiccant, forcing the matchstick to burn brighter and brighter. Suddenly, I couldn't bear it anymore and became restless.

I grabbed Axiu's neck and made him look up, unable to avoid staring at myself in the mirror and at us being so close.

"Fine, if you don't want to speak, then don't. But you must answer my next question."

Upon hearing this, Axiu's tense body instantly relaxed, and his face showed a bit of relief, almost nodding without hesitation.

So I smiled and asked him, "You wanted to leave, wanted to commit suicide, but I saved you. So, what do you plan to do next?"