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

Chapter 17

He stared at the appearance of the bracelet as if he was staring at a murderer who killed his father.

I was dumbfounded immediately.

Did he cry?

No way? Did he get moved to tears just by me hugging him like this?

Axiu's sudden tears made me a little confused, and I felt helpless for a moment. I wanted him to sit up, but I didn't dare to touch him. I wanted him to stop crying, but I didn't know what to say.

Help! I can count on one hand the number of times I have comforted others in my life. When I was studying, I had a roommate who broke up, and there were only two of us in the dormitory. But she would rather cry and hit the wall against the snow-white wall than let me comfort her.

I completely lack the skill of "how to comfort others".

After hesitating for a long time, I raised my hand that was about to move away again and patted his back again and again.

I felt like a mechanical fortune cat in a store, swinging my arms with the same unchanging frequency and speed, extremely stiff.

Axiu took off his own T-shirt, and his palm was directly attached to his tight back. With every breath, he could feel the contraction and relaxation of his muscles. There were also many wounds on his back, and the scars that had scabbed over looked ferocious and felt rough to the touch. Because of his posture, the protruding vertebrae were a bit uncomfortable to touch. He quietly shed tears without making a sound. If I couldn't feel his eyes blinking from time to time, I would have thought he was asleep.

I looked down at his furry head and felt a mix of emotions.

A person who was almost standing at the top of the imperial pyramid had fallen into the mud so miserably. Now, he seemed so normal and unaffected, I couldn't help but admire Bu Huaiyuan's strong will.

Although I had confirmed Axiu's true identity from Lin Qingshu, I had no intention of directly exposing him.

If I were Bu Huaiyuan, after experiencing such humiliating torture, I would rather have everyone believe that I had already sacrificed myself on the battlefield than live on with such a broken body. I don't think Axiu would want me to know his true identity, but rather, he hopes that I will treat him as an ordinary omega who has been played with.

The dampness on my shoulder had dissipated, and the arm that Axiu was pressing on had started to numb. I sighed, unsure if I should speak up and help him sit up.

I was worried that if he lifted his head and revealed his tearful face, I wouldn't be able to handle it.

Fortunately, before my arm was completely numb, Axiu lowered his head and backed away calmly. He seemed normal and polite, even apologizing softly for getting my clothes wet.

I frowned, unable to understand why this person felt embarrassed about everything. With just a few tears, his clothes would dry without even needing the wind to blow them. Was that really worth an apology?

But that didn't matter. I didn't say anything, just carefully looked at his face. He had no expression on his face, looked dull, and his eyes were not even red. If it weren't for the slight traces of moisture in his eyes, I would have suspected that it wasn't his tears that wet my shoulder.

I have been too tolerant and accommodating to Axiu. He put on a look that he didn't want anyone to peek into his vulnerable heart, and I went along with it and changed the subject: "Okay? Then can you help me bring that box over? My arm is sore and I can't lift it."

Axiu paused, glanced over where he had just leaned, and quickly looked away.

". . . Okay."

I thought I understood his personality now and interpreted it as Axiu being shy, concluding that he really had thin skin.