A White Cloud (GL ABO) - Chapter 63

Before Fang Qing died, Shen Zhiqing fell deeply into dependence on her mother.

In her first five years, Fang Qing filled nearly all her time.

They lived in a villa, isolated from the outside world.

Fang Qing’s death became a shackle, chaining her young emotions.

Shen Zhihe took her home, but no one there loved her.

Li Yue disliked her, seeing her as the product of Fang Qing stealing her love.

Shen Zhihe didn’t love her, as she wasn’t born from his affection.

She couldn’t grasp Shen Zhihe’s coldness toward Fang Qing.

She often wondered what mood Shen Zhihe was in when he marked Fang Qing.

What feelings drove him to reject Fang Qing’s chaotic cycles repeatedly?

Until her final breath, Fang Qing used her tragic life to warn her.

“Don’t trust Alphas.”

Shen Zhiqing buried those past times in the soil.

Day after day, rain and dust watered them, hiding the secret box deep underground.

She once thought her fear would haunt her forever, that her rejection of others would prevent intimate connections.

Yet, absurd reality pushed her to another cliff’s edge.

Tomb Cheng’s arrival pried open that buried layer, but Shen Zhiqing pushed her away with her own hands.

“Doctor Shen?” Tomb Cheng called.

The call had ended unnoticed.

Seeing Shen Zhiqing lost in thought, Tomb Cheng couldn’t resist speaking.

Shen Zhiqing turned, pulling herself from memories.

“Mu Mu,” she said.

“Hm,” Tomb Cheng replied, setting Bread down and sitting on the bed.

Her eyes held no impurities.

Her black hair, trimmed to shoulder length, was tied in a small, neat ponytail—simple and practical.

Tomb Cheng never fussed over her appearance, prioritizing comfort.

Shen Zhiqing loved her eyes, which once gazed at her with love.

Under that stare, she felt the sincerity of youth.

She shifted on the bed, leaning toward Tomb Cheng.

She hugged her waist, burying her face in her lap, inhaling her faint scent, enveloped by her presence.

Meeting her felt like immense luck.

In countless dreamlike moments, Shen Zhiqing thought this.

Tomb Cheng, forcibly differentiated by her, accompanied her through long times without complaint, always gentle despite her prickliness.

“Mu Mu,” Shen Zhiqing said, climbing onto her shoulders, drawing closer.

She held her, expressing clear love through their skin’s closeness.

If Mu Mu blamed her for the past, she’d accept it—she deserved it.

Feeling Mu Mu’s withdrawal, she realized how irresponsible she’d been.

Shen Zhiqing nestled in her shoulder, grieving.

Pheromones reflected their owner’s emotions.

When Tomb Cheng sensed panic in the cherry wine scent, she softened and hugged her.

Before Shen Zhiqing got tired of her, she had the right to hold her, didn’t she?

If Shen Zhiqing would abandon her again, could she embrace her guilt-free while needed?

Yes, such restrained actions were allowed.

Tomb Cheng stroked her, following her heart.

Shen Zhiqing’s pheromones had carried her through countless nights of longing.

She never stopped loving her.

Her love had sunk to the ocean floor, hidden in the unseen deep.

“Sorry,” Shen Zhiqing said.

Tomb Cheng’s hand paused on her back, listening intently, guessing what she’d say.

Had her relationship with Pei You progressed, prompting a break with her?

The day Shen Zhiqing no longer needed her came quickly.

Hot tears fell on her shoulder.

Tomb Cheng’s heart trembled.

Could she still ache for Shen Zhiqing’s tears?

She recalled their bitter parting.

She didn’t know where Shen Zhiqing came from that day but remembered the incense scent on her.

She gave Shen Zhiqing her diary, thinking their pheromone bond made them close, that Shen Zhiqing needed her as much as her pheromones.

But it was her assumption.

That day, Shen Zhiqing pulled out suppressant needles, stabbed them into her skin under Tomb Cheng’s gaze, returned the diary, and rejected her confession again.

“Didn’t I tell you last time? I only need your little thing and pheromones.”

“I’ll say it again: I don’t like Alphas.”

“You’re just a highly compatible suppressant substitute. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

Shen Zhiqing hesitated on how to speak, unaware Tomb Cheng braced for rejection.

Could she endure losing her again?

Shen Zhiqing recalled years of missed chances.

She often thought of searching for her but never acted. Why?

She wasn’t scared enough.

Tomb Cheng’s overwhelming love made her fearless.

Tomb Cheng never showed dislike, always returning to her side no matter what.

Like when she cried for Mu Mu to save her, ignoring Xiaomi’s presence, and Tomb Cheng rushed to hold her.

She remembered the knife tearing cloth, hot bl00d on her fingertips, and Tomb Cheng’s selfless bravery in danger.

Her fear stemmed from her mother’s warning, their high pheromone match, her debased seeking of Tomb Cheng during heat, Shen Zhihe’s coldness, and more.

It ended with Tomb Cheng’s life-risking rescue.

She never imagined a hero’s arrival, her own fragility, or the safety in her arms.

Time seemed to stop in the Alpha’s warm embrace.

She heard only their heartbeats, unable to grab her hand before Tomb Cheng pulled her into safety.

Now, nestled in her warm arms, Shen Zhiqing cried endlessly.

“Mu Mu, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she sobbed, her cries piercing Tomb Cheng’s heart.

She didn’t know why Shen Zhiqing wept but grieved for her sorrow.

She gently, clumsily wiped her tears, but they flowed like an endless waterfall. She could only hold her, feigning indifference.

Did Pei You say something to upset her?

Tomb Cheng regretted her coldness toward Pei You yesterday.

If Pei You’s harsh words stemmed from her, she wished to rewind time, stay silent against Pei You’s provocations, and let her anger hit her instead of the punching bag.

If it spared Zhiqing’s pain, she would.