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.

couldn't recall anything about Walter, only

Walter's identity and his significance

parents left, Walter was likely her only

Quinn begged,

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

version of this

some flowers and placed them in

lip, gazing at Walter

Quinn and refused to acknowledge

that happened today, as Alexander said, remember

punishment won't disappear with

pocket and handed it to Quinn, instructing,

attached the ring, her disheveled face was reflected on the

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a day filled with festivities, and no matter

his gaze drifted far away, fixed