Love Unspoken

Quinn stared at David and the man beside him.

The man was dressed in dark red attire, his medium-short hair slightly curled and casually falling on the side of his face. A faint smile lingered at the corner of his mouth, giving him an ambiguously gendered appearance. The only thing that could be confirmed was that this face was not girly. He was close to six feet tall, definitely not a woman.

Quinn was distracted for a moment, and the two had already approached her. Quinn stared blankly at him.

"Thank you, David." Walter smiled and thanked David.

David smiled, "Take her back quickly."

Walter nodded, walked up to Quinn, squatted down in front of her, and smiled as he looked at her. "Do you remember me?" Quinn stared at this face for a long time; she couldn't recall, and she had no impression of him at all. She shook her head.

As if it was expected, Walter wasn't upset either. He held Quinn's wrist, and Quinn instinctively flinched.

But his grip was tight; Quinn's movement had no effect.

her

up and led her into the utility room. Seeing the mess and bloodstains on the

along; she didn't know this person, and

However, she could even no longer

out the disinfectant inside, cleaned Quinn's wound, and disinfected it; his movements seemed light, but in reality, Quinn was already trembling with pain, and he didn't stop. The wound was

needle and thread to stitch her

but cry out in pain; although her voice was hoarse, it was still very soft, like a cat's

crystals under the light, wanting to fall but not falling; it was truly heartbreaking to look at. Walter went in with

uncontrollably, but held

when you grabbed the knife, but now you know it hurts." Quinn was stunned; how did

wrist and stitched her palm; Quinn almost fainted several times from the pain,

for you! When both hands were stitched up, Quinn had completely collapsed in the chair,