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

Chapter 26

He also brought news about Bu Huaiyuan. 

Xiuguaicao was obedient and well-behaved. When I told him to leave, he stood silently in place for a while, staring at me with a complex and somewhat sad expression, and then left. 

He didn't even take anything with him, except for that chain. 

He left quietly, and I didn't even hear the sound of the door closing. Of course, it could also be because the noise of me packing up my things drowned out the sound of the door. 

I stuffed all of Xiuguaicao's used things, including a set of bed sheets and covers, pajamas, slippers, cups, and towels, into the closet and locked it tightly. I never want to see them again. 

The room became empty again. 

Packing up my things was really exhausting, and I was too tired to move, so I just sat on the floor. 

I don't know where Xiuguaicao went after he left, or where he could go. When I was angry, I didn't even care if he was alive or dead after he walked out the door - he didn't believe me, so should I still embarrass myself by chasing after him? That would be too stupid. 

I sat on the floor, cursing myself and staring blankly for a while. Finally, on the third time I couldn't resist, I opened the computer and checked the surveillance footage to see where Xiuguaicao was now and if he had safely left the residential area. 

From the surveillance footage, I saw that Xiuguaicao didn't leave immediately after he walked out the door. He leaned against the door with his head down and rubbed his fingers on the door a few times, I don't know what he was thinking. After a few minutes, he looked a little reluctant and patted the door before slowly walking downstairs. When he got to the bottom, he stood there for a while and looked up at the position of my window. . . . He looked pitiful, as if I was forcing him to leave, but in reality, he didn't want to go at all. 

Since he showed such an unwillingness to leave, why did he have to go?

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. I slammed the monitor shut and lay down on the bed, covering my face with the blanket. I really didn't want to deal with him anymore. 

But the more I resisted, the more I thought about it before falling asleep. 

Images of Axiu's face with various expressions kept flashing through my mind. Sometimes it was his angry face when he first scolded me, sometimes it was his face when he brought out the hot dinner from the kitchen, and sometimes it was his sleeping face with closed eyes. . . finally, it was his tearful face as he lay on my shoulder without saying a word. 

In the darkness, my brain became more and more active, and every detail became vividly real. I felt the temperature rising inside the blanket, and the oxygen becoming thinner. I was so uncomfortable that my face turned red. Finally, I kicked the blanket off the bed and gasped for air. 

I stared at the ceiling with my eyes open, and I didn't even know how I fell asleep. 

But I knew I was awakened by the cold in the morning. When I woke up, my mind was still fuzzy. I subconsciously reached out to touch the side, but found it was already cold. The temperature in the bedroom wasn't low, but I was used to Axiu's warm body temperature when we were together. Suddenly losing it made me feel very uncomfortable. 

At that time, I still hadn't realized that Axiu had left. It wasn't until I rubbed my eyes and walked out of the room that I realized the house was empty and cold. There was no hot breakfast steaming on the table, no floating screen in the living room, and the pink apron was neatly hung in the kitchen.