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.

looked at her bloody hand and

and then he pulled Quinn up and led her into

she didn't know

causes her to forget too much; forgetting one person seemed insignificant. However, she could

movements seemed light, but in reality, Quinn was already trembling with pain, and he didn't stop. The

a needle and thread to stitch

the moment the needle pierced the skin, Quinn couldn't help but cry out in pain; although her voice was hoarse, it was still

like crystals under the light, wanting to fall but not falling; it was truly heartbreaking to

trembled with pain, shaking uncontrollably, but held

her up, Walter lightly smiled and said, "You were brave when you grabbed

her palm; Quinn almost fainted several times from the pain, only to be awakened by

the complete experience-all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! When both hands were stitched up, Quinn had completely collapsed in the chair, sweating profusely, looking like