Love Unspoken

Quinn suddenly looked up and saw the yacht rushing onto the beach.

The beach was only a small strip on the outskirts, with a jungle behind it, making it look like a small island.

Quinn's eyes flickered as she looked down at the man in her arms.

It was dawn; and the sun rose on the horizon, casting warm morning light on the two of them.

Quinn saw his eyes tightly closed, his face pale as paper, with dried blood on his face. His expression was calm as if he were asleep. Quinn raised her trembling hand and placed it under his nose. A faint warmth breathed on her fingers, causing Quinn to finally breathe a sigh of relief and slump weakly on the deck.

She carefully moved the towel from his back and was delighted to find that the bleeding had stopped.

But as soon as she removed the towel, blood began to seep from the wound again. She immediately pressed the towel back.

She looked at Alexander's cracked lips, thought for a moment, then picked up a clean towel, dipped it in seawater, and dripped it on his lips.

Quinn changed her sitting position, letting him lean against her, fingers holding his cheek, just like he used to hold her before.

She kept calling his name over and over, hoping he would open his eyes and look at her.

At this moment, Quinn really didn't know what to do. She didn't even dare to let go of his hand, afraid that the wound would bleed again.

Quinn was also hungry, having felt the pangs of hunger several times; but after several times, her stomach would no longer growl. But she had no strength left.

She watched the sunrise from the sea level to the sky, then watched it gradually move westward.

Her vision began to blur.Quinn felt that she might also be dying.

She leaned her face against Alexander's head and closed her eyes, not feeling afraid. Because with him there, even in death, she could face it calmly. The most fortunate was that they could die together. How wonderful, even in death, they could be together. No one could separate them anymore.

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Quinn closed her eyes, quietly waiting for death to come.

At that moment, a faint groan suddenly came from Alexander's mouth. Quinn opened her eyes abruptly and looked down.

The man in her arms frowned tightly, his eyelashes trembling slightly, showing signs of waking up.

"Alexander!"

Quinn joyfully shouted; and she could say his name now.

She shouted several times before Alexander slowly opened his eyes. His scattered gaze lingered on her chest for a long time.

After a while, he slowly lifted his head, seeing Quinn's face smeared with blood.

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Quinn nodded like a little chicken pecking, indicating that it was her.

He struggled to raise his hand, lifted it halfway, and then weakly let it fall. "Where is it?"

Quinn looked around; all she could see was the sea, the setting sun casting a golden phosphorescence on the water. She shook her head, indicating she didn't know.

After closing his eyes for two minutes, Alexander finally sat up with great effort, Quinn's hand pressing on his wound to help him move.

After looking around, Alexander said, "Go check if there's any food in the yacht's box."

Quinn hesitated a bit, not daring to let go of the towel.

Alexander said, "Bring that coat over."

Quinn quickly did as he was told, reaching out to pick up the overcoat he had taken off earlier.