A White Cloud (GL ABO) - Chapter 62

“Ha—huff—ha—”

The punching bag swung in the air with each strike.

The woman in boxing gloves fixed her gaze on it, throwing punches with full force.

Tears welled in her eyes, her red gaze burning with anger.

Each punch unleashed her fury, as if she wouldn’t stop until the bag broke.

“Huff—”

Her wrist reddened from the recoil under the gloves.

Tomb Cheng stopped her self-destructive behavior, pushing the bag away and landing a punch that dented the cotton.

The woman slumped onto the gym floor, dejected.

Others trained separately in the gym.

Tomb Cheng didn’t intervene further, stepped away, and fetched water and a towel for her.

Handing her the items, Tomb Cheng sat cross-legged opposite her, reviewing the training session professionally.

“Afterward, ice your wrist. Continuing to punch blindly will hurt it, and you won’t hold a paintbrush tomorrow,” she said.

The woman, a regular at the club, usually did anaerobic exercises but recently tried boxing.

Tomb Cheng noticed her punches carried deep resentment.

She couldn’t let her continue like this.

Tomb Cheng signaled her to remove the gloves, but Pei You ignored her, head down.

Hearing her advice, Pei You gripped the gloves tighter.

Did this person not recognize her?

Tomb Cheng opened a water bottle, ignoring the Alpha’s odd behavior.

As a club client, she couldn’t be offended.

Besides, Tomb Cheng had made peace with Pei You and Shen Zhiqing’s situation.

Pei You removed her red gloves, her hands red and bruised.

She twisted her wrist, then looked at Tomb Cheng drinking water.

“Coach Tomb, are you cursing me in your head?” she asked.

Tomb Cheng paused mid-sip, gave her a look, and stayed silent.

She couldn’t discern Pei You’s intent. If Pei You saw her as a rival, it was unnecessary—Shen Zhiqing only used her as a perfect suppressant substitute.

Tomb Cheng had no interest in arguing. She worked for pay. She was just a boxing coach now.

When Shen Zhiqing no longer needed her pheromones, she’d leave completely.

Pei You shot her a dark look, a mocking smile on her face.

Needing something from Tomb Cheng, she avoided saying anything too offensive.

“Coach Tomb, don’t you have anything to ask these days?” she said.

Two other boxing rings in the gym were in use, with fighters sparring and sweat soaking their gear.

Their noise contrasted with the quiet here.

Tomb Cheng capped the bottle calmly.

“Should I be curious about something?” she replied.

Pei You thought of those photos, unconvinced Shen Zhiqing had no connection with her.

“Aren’t you mad your Omega is entangled with someone else?” Pei You’s tone dripped with disdain, her gaze turning cold as if recalling something.

Tomb Cheng gripped her bottle, disagreeing with her words and framing.

In her sparse love life, she didn’t strongly identify with Omega or Alpha roles.

She loved Shen Zhiqing before knowing she was an Omega, even before their differentiation, from the moment they met.

To her, Shen Zhiqing was a radiant moon, a white cloud parting her youthful fog.

Even if Shen Zhiqing disliked Alphas or her, Tomb Cheng never denied her feelings.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t maintain this flawed connection with her.

“Doctor Shen is exceptional,” Tomb Cheng said, tightening her grip.

“She’s not anyone’s Omega.”

At least not now.

Shen Zhiqing had no engagement with Pei You.

Why call her hers?

Pei You, hoping to provoke her, grew frustrated at the lack of reaction.

“You’re really not what I expected,” she muttered.

Tomb Cheng raised an eyebrow.

“What did you expect?” she asked.

Pei You stood, facing her.

The Alpha-to-Alpha tension made the air heavy.

Tomb Cheng frowned.

Being scrutinized with such a probing, secretive stare, she couldn’t tell if Pei You was challenging or warning her.

Taller than Pei You, Tomb Cheng met her gaze as Pei You scanned her from head to toe.

“I mean no harm,” Pei You said.

Tomb Cheng showed no reaction but spoke firmly.

“Whatever you’re planning, malicious or not, don’t lump me in with you,” she said.

“I don’t know your goal or why you’re confronting me. Doctor Shen’s choices don’t concern me. You don’t need to see me as an enemy.”

Tomb Cheng had much to consider, but her relationship with Shen Zhiqing wasn’t one of them.

Their bond wasn’t a proper romance.

She didn’t need to ponder Shen Zhiqing’s feelings after all these years.

She once loved Shen Zhiqing deeply, despite no reciprocation, always hoping for a response.

Now, Shen Zhiqing responded, even initiated, but these late replies were already defined for her.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. I just need your pheromones.”

Whatever Pei You planned, Tomb Cheng had no reason to let her unsettle her.

She ignored Pei You’s provocations.

When Shen Zhiqing got Pei You’s call, she paused her actions, got up, and fed Bread, giving them space to talk.

Pei You’s voice on the phone sounded agitated.

“You found out, so why stay unmoved?” she demanded.

She stared in disbelief at the person in the wheelchair.

Qin Yishui’s vile face made her want to tear her apart!

Shen Zhiqing watched Bread lick Tomb Cheng’s palm.

The Alpha’s expression softened, her gaze calm and warm.

Moonlight lit her profile as she fed the cat earnestly, smoothing its fur.

The well-cared-for ragdoll’s coat gleamed, its temperament gentle.

Shen Zhiqing stared, unbothered by her conversation with another.

Suddenly, she realized she might never have truly felt what losing her would be like.