Love Unspoken

Feeling drained, Quinn dropped her hand and asked, "Who are you?"

Observing Quinn's tired gesture with her stiff fingers, Walter's mouth twitched into a slight smile that carried more chill than warmth.

"Who I am, you can think about it slowly."

Walter avoided answering Quinn's question, shifting his gaze to the tombstone.

Quinn observed Walter's profile intently, his short hair covering his cheeks and most of his face, revealing only his lips and nose from her perspective.

Quinn struggled to remember Walter's previous words.

Walter asserted that he had a debt to The Smiths family, hinting that he was not Quinn's brother.

But who was Walter really?

The more Quinn contemplated this, the more her head throbbed inexplicably.

She raised her hand to press against her head, tugging at her hair as she felt a sharp pain in her mind.

Her thoughts were jumbled, and she couldn't recall anything about Walter, only snippets related to Alexander. Despite the throbbing headache,

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Quinn begged, Walter remained

eyes with her and uttered, "I won't tell you. If you can't remember, that's your

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his words, Walter picked up some flowers and placed them in front of

gazing at Walter

to remember, Walter despised Quinn and refused to acknowledge her,

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