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

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This was my second time going in, but for some reason, it felt like it was rising faster than the last time I came with Lin Qingshu. It was as if only a few breaths had passed before the floating elevator "dinged" to a stop. 

I looked back at Axiu, who was leaning against the wall, staring at the intersection of the floating elevator door and the carpet outside, lost in thought. 

"Shall we go?"

"Mm-hmm." 

The corridor was still covered in thick carpet, and footsteps made almost no sound on it. I wasn't in the mood for sightseeing. We crossed the long corridor, and I felt Axiu's slightly sweaty palm as I silently tightened my fingers. In the blink of an eye, we arrived at Mr. Harris's door. 

I let go of Axiu's hand and gestured for him to knock on the door. 

His shoes seemed to be stuck to the ground like glue, and he stiffly dragged them along the floor. He took several deep breaths before daring to raise his hand - but he only raised it and stopped in mid-air, unable to really knock. Feeling nervous near his hometown, he couldn't help but be afraid. I walked over to push him, but before I could do anything, the door suddenly opened silently on its own. 

The familiar golden sphere flew out and circled Axiu carefully from top to bottom before stopping in front of him. Mr. Harris's old, hoarse voice sounded, "Come in." 

After the sphere spoke, it turned and flew back inside. Axiu remained in the same position for a while before finally lifting his foot with difficulty. I followed half a step behind him and saw his fingers curling tightly around his clothes. 

Mr. Harris was still lying in bed, but this time there was an instrument next to the bed, and a thick needle was inserted into his bony hand. In just a few days, Mr. Harris had become much thinner, with sunken cheeks and deep-set eye sockets. 

I was a little surprised, "Mr. Harris, are you okay?"

"It suddenly got worse, but it's okay for now."  He smiled gently and looked back at Axiu, staring at him for a long time. 

"When you were promoted to marshal, you wore almost the same clothes."  

"Teacher. . ."  Axiu finally spoke, his voice hoarse and choked up. 

He probably had a lot to say to Mr. Harris. I quietly backed out and closed the door, leaning against the wall lost in thought. 

Last time I left, I took Astil's mecha model with me. Now it was empty, and it stood out on the crowded bookshelf. My gaze unconsciously fell on the lower shelf, where there were several picture frames of Mr. Harris and his outstanding students. 

I walked over and indeed found my parents inside. They both looked very attractive, standing close together with their hands clasped tightly behind Mr. Harris, smiling at the camera and standing out in the crowd. 

I don't know what I'm thinking of writing, some random thoughts are floating around in my mind, and suddenly I remember a memory that I'm not even sure is real. 

It should have happened during that rare vacation my parents had. I used to sleep early every day as a child, but that day I woke up in the early hours of the morning, feeling groggy. They were packing their luggage in the living room, and the room door wasn't closed tightly, letting in a few beams of light and their voices. 

"Is this your school photo?" This was my father. 

"Let me see. . . it should be from when you just started school. You look so young."  This was my mother. 

"I always thought your eyes were so beautiful. . . Yu Bie's eyes are just like yours, she looks so much like you." 

"Don't other parts of her look like you? After all, she was born from you."