Love Unspoken

Quinn quickly donned the raincoat and slipped on the rubber boots, then headed to the backyard.She was astonished when she saw the backyard.

There was an expansive vegetable garden and numerous greenhouses-this place was actually a farm, surrounded by mountains.

It suddenly dawned on her why Walter was so confident letting her wander: escape seemed unlikely. With a basket in hand, she walked among the vegetables, finding a variety of pumpkins, tomatoes, cucumbers, potatoes... Up in the farm's loft, Walter stood by the window, his gaze on the figure in the vegetable garden.From this angle, Quinn looked particularly petite in her raincoat.

She was wobbling with her basket, even clumsily falling several times. That familiar smirk on Walter's lips altered slightly as he watched her, his eyes following her silhouette but appearing to drift off to a distant place.

A similar unsteady figure flashed before his eyes, tumbling and bumbling, falling into his arms time and time again. When Quinn turned her head for a moment, her silhouette overlapped with the one in his memory, and Walter's expression hardened.

in his eyes replaced by a trace of coldness.Quinn harvested plenty

from the well. It truly matched the 'organic' ambiance.Unfamiliar with the wood-burning stove, she sat on a small stool, puffing into the stove and fumbling with washing

the table and then at Quinn.She stood before him gripping her hands tightly, her face smeared, resembling a scrappy, little alley cat. Walter let out a

that laugh; she stood there, uneasy, gesturing, "I can give it another try."He shook his head, "No need, sit

are you?"Her heart skipped a beat. Walter gently held a bowl and piled some food into it before freeing an empty plate. He rose from his seat, carrying the empty plate to the side and set it down on the

at Quinn with an indulgent smile and said, "Go ahead. Eat."Quinn's eyes flickered,

his head, denying her silent request."Come on, eat up. You wouldn't