Love Unspoken

Walter's voice sounded ironic, and Quinn looked at him, puzzled.

He couldn't be bothered explaining and asked her, "You've been here for so long; are you hungry?"

Quinn nodded honestly after a moment of silence. If she weren't so hungry, she would have left long ago. The reason she was sitting here was because she was too hungry to move. She was still waiting for the person to bring food.

Her face was dirty at the moment, her sweater had turned into a patchwork sweater, her bun had come loose, and her messy hair was scattered.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

It was obvious that she was lost.

It was fortunate that she had stayed here and not gone out. Otherwise, if she had been abducted, she would have still thought others were good people.

Walter asked something out of the blue, "Have you encountered anything strange while sitting here for so long?"

Obviously, it was a pointless question, and Quinn just shook her head.

"Are you scared?" he continued asking.

Quinn nodded repeatedly and eagerly. Of course, she was scared. There was no one else here, and it was very dark. She was most afraid of the dark.

Just as Walter was about to speak, footsteps suddenly sounded outside. His expression changed slightly, and he turned to look toward the door. The footsteps were light as if deliberately trying to scare them.

After two minutes, the footsteps outside stopped.

Walter stood up and said to Quinn, "Wait here for me; I'll go out and take a look."

Quinn instinctively grabbed his sleeve.

Walter patted her head and reassured her, "It's okay. I'll be right at the door, and I won't leave."

Upon hearing him say that, Quinn slowly let go of his sleeve.

Walter brushed off the dirt on his body and walked briskly toward the door.

As soon as he stepped out, he saw a dark figure disappear around the corner.

His gaze sharpened, and he immediately shouted, "Appara."

The figure that had disappeared halfway paused slightly. With his back to Walter, he stood still for a long time before slowly turning around.

When Walter saw that face, his pupils contracted sharply.

Appara's face was extensively burned, making it almost impossible to see its original appearance. The skin was stuck together and wrinkled. One eye was blurry, with only one eye visible.

The nose was also indistinct, with only two black holes visible. The mouth was slanted, looking particularly terrifying.

Appara also stared at Walter for a long time, the remaining eye revealing incredibly complex emotions.

After a moment, he seemed to gather courage and walked slowly toward Walter.

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Appara's legs were also somewhat lame, with one foot tilting inwards, making it look like he was walking on the back of his foot.

After Walter saw him, Walter's gaze flickered slightly, and his fingers slowly clenched.

Appara came up to him, allowing Walter to see more clearly the ferocity on his face.

In such a place, anyone seeing this face would be terrified to the core, but Walter remained calm, with a hint of sorrow and anguish. The two faced each other in silence. The silence spread in the air.

A faint light seeped through the cracks in the vines outside, shining through the window and falling on the two of them.

"How did you end up like this?" Walter was rarely at a loss for words; he could hardly speak.

"Walter," Appara said, his voice hoarse and rough as if squeezed out of his throat, trembling slightly. "Is it really you?"