Love Unspoken

Alexander found it somewhat amusing as he pinched her cheeks and sighed. "Are you silly?"

He said again, "In this kind of place, even if I don't want you, where else can I go?"

Quinn pursed her lips. She couldn't think much. Waking up and not seeing him, her natural first reaction was feeling abandoned.

Her bright blue eyes stared directly at him, tears hanging at the corners, looking as pitiful as could be.

There was always a magical charm on Quinn's face. A pout from her small mouth could easily dissipate one's temper.

Alexander gazed at her for a while, then sighed helplessly and pulled her up by the arm.

With Alexander around, the wind seemed to soften, and the bird songs in the branches no longer sounded eerie, as if singing a lullaby for the birds.

Alexander put his arm around her shoulder; and Quinn nestled tightly in his embrace as they walked through the bushes.

Quinn had run too deep into the forest. They had been walking for a long time but still hadn't found their way out. The trees around them all looked the same; and the canopy overhead was so dense that they couldn't use the night sky to determine their direction. To put it another way, they were completely lost.

Alexander had only one lighter, which he extinguished after finding Quinn. Now, they were completely blind in the forest, making it dangerous to proceed.

safe spot when

and joyfully tugged at Alexander's

before, only on TV. At this moment, seeing living fireflies, her heart surged with excitement. She let go of Alexander and ran towards the

her from behind. "Slow

first reaction upon seeing the fireflies was not romantic but about water sources. Where there were fireflies, there should be water

fireflies, the green lights surrounding her, flickering

out to catch them, but each firefly she caught ended up crushed when she opened her

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dance in the glow. In his tired eyes, a hint

the glow of fireflies, one could still

faint mist hung in the air, complemented by

torn; and in the hazy halo, it appeared distant and unreal yet blended with the forest as

to her fairy-tale forest, every expression fitting perfectly. It felt like she could

to his chest, breathing, pulling at his lungs. He couldn't tell if it was his ribs hurting or the pain coming from

her palms, and a few fireflies with green light flew out from

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at him, her smile radiant, her eyes curved, her long hair lifting in