Love Unspoken

She was lying in the bushes. Occasionally, a few rats scurried past her finger;, and she had no intention of resisting.

"Quinn!"

Vaguely, Alexander's voice came from deep in the jungle; and Quinn suddenly opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the sound. "Quinn, where are you?"

Her scattered gaze became spirited.

Alexander's voice was also somewhat weak but urgent.

Tears welled up in Quinn's eyes; and she quickly got up from the ground and ran towards the direction of the voice.

Alexander shouted her name along the jungle. By now, the forest had completely darkened; and there was no way to find anyone except by sound.

Quinn ran fast, getting closer to his voice.

But he suddenly changed direction, and the sound became distant again.

Quinn panicked, wiped away her tears, gritted her teeth, and sped up towards the sound.

Fortunately, Alexander was not moving fast. Quinn caught up with him in no time. She was eager to shout, but the more anxious she became, the less sound she could make. "Alexander..."

Her voice was particularly light and disappeared with the wind.

But she had already seen the figure ahead. Quinn took a deep breath, exerted all her strength, and rushed towards the figure.

Alexander sensed something and paused his steps.

Then, he suddenly turned around, raised his hand, accurately grabbed the neck of the person behind him, and pressed her to the ground.

The fall was not light, leaving Quinn dizzy, her head buzzing, almost fainting.

Alexander heard the painful gasp from under his hand and quickly let go, squatting down in front of Quinn.

The light was too dim for him to see anything clearly.

He took out a lighter from his pocket; and the faint flame lit up, illuminating the distressed face of the girl on the ground.

To say she was in disarray would be an understatement.

Her hair was messy, her small face dirty, and the dirty bathrobe slipped from her shoulders, revealing her slender shoulders and collarbone and the faintly visible breasts on her chest; except for the waist belt barely holding the bathrobe, she was almost naked.

The man, originally full of anger, gradually changed his expression when he saw her like this.

Quinn lay on the ground for a moment before slowly opening her eyes and seeing the face that worried her.

Compared to her dishevelment, Alexander looked much better. He was wearing a black overcoat, buttoned up to the last button. Although his hair was a bit messy, it did not affect his dignity and severity.

Ignoring his gaze, Quinn got up from the ground and plunged into his arms, holding him tightly around the waist.

She couldn't stop crying in his arms.

Alexander paused for a moment before raising his hand, patting her back. "It's okay. Everything's fine."

Quinn's shoulders trembled, tears wetting his shirt.

Alexander said, "Don't run around next time."

Quinn nodded, holding him even tighter.

In this strange and terrifying environment, Alexander was her only reliance. She was more dependent on him than ever before both mentally and physically. Without Alexander, she wouldn't even know which way to go.

Ten minutes later, when she had cried enough, she raised her small face, looked at him with a wronged expression, and gestured with her hand. She signed, "Where did you go?"

Alexander raised his hand to tidy up her messy hair. "I went to find a source of fresh water. I didn't want to wake you up while you were sleeping."

Quinn pouted and signed, "I thought you didn't want me anymore."