Love Unspoken

The rain was falling outside, but under the streetlights, it appeared as white flurries.

Quinn slowly widened her eyes, pressing against the glass to gaze outside, watching the delicate rain under the streetlight, resembling... snow. It was snowing in Amber Bay.

She stared out of the car window, the streetlights reflecting in her eyes, the swirling snowflakes dancing in her gaze, which flickered unpredictably.

In Quinn's memories, Amber Bay had only seen snow three times before, the first when she was seven years old.

In her slumber, a pair of cold hands slipped under the blankets, lifting her up and carrying her to the window to see the snow.

It was a cold morning, with heavy snowflakes dancing outside, and she turned to see the bright eyes of a young boy.

The second time was at fifteen, after school in the afternoon, hearing classmates cheer about the snow.

Peering out the window, she witnessed an unforgettable scene a boy in a white shirt under a tree waving at her as the snow and leaves fell around him.

It was the most stunning image of her entire youth.

And now, the third time was upon her.

impression on Quinn, but this time, she felt that this snowfall

felt somewhat

black luxury car sped through the night, disrupting the airborne snowflakes. When they reached Regal Riverside, the snowfall had

The rain touched Quinn's face, a

eyelashes, and prominent nose were almost identical to those of the person she knew. However, the icy aloofness in his gaze felt like a world away. Lost in her thoughts, Quinn was taken by surprise as the

realized she was upside down on his shoulder, her

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dared not move, rendering her

stairs, Alexander kicked open the bedroom door and

man warily, instinctively

tossing it on the bed, then knelt on the

he

man's gaze from a higher vantage point, his ink-like eyes hiding tumultuous

am I?" His voice was low, devoid of

her wrists bound behind her back, Quinn could not respond. Watching

his touch, hearing his voice, even seeing