Love Unspoken

Quinn stretched her neck to look at his back, and she was delighted to find that his wound had stopped bleeding. Although the blood had clotted at the wound, it didn't look very good. At least it had scabbed over. Her pain was worth it. But he was still lying on the grass, showing no signs of getting up.

She sat back, looking down at him.

He opened his eyes and looked at her expressionlessly.

She gestured seriously, "Are you still in pain?"

His thin lips pressed tightly together, and he said nothing.

When Quinn was about to gesture again, he suddenly sat up from the grass. "Are you hungry?"

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

However, he was injured. Quinn took the initiative to pick up the dagger on the ground and went back to the place from last night to cut a bunch of wild vegetables.

Quinn washed the wild bamboos clean and handed them to him.

She looked at him strangely, puzzled by why his wound scabbing over seemed to make him even weaker.

Alexander took the bamboos she handed him and ate a few bites casually before resting for a while.

Only then did he look around at the surroundings. The grass here was not lush; and wildflowers were blooming everywhere, making it look beautiful.

After a while, he stood up, his steps somewhat unsteady.

Quinn quickly supported him.

He said, "Remember, if you get lost in the woods, look at the leaves. Lush leaves mean south, sparse means north."

Quinn nodded and looked at him with concern, not understanding why he suddenly said this.

He seemed to sense her thoughts and said, "If Walter died on the cruise ship, no one would come looking for us, maybe..."

He paused, his expression somewhat serious. "Perhaps you and I will have to live here forever."

Quinn's heart stirred slightly upon hearing this news, but she wasn't greatly shocked.

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If it was with him, she was willing.

Ignoring her gaze, Alexander said again, "Let's go back first. Remember the route. This stream should be the nearest source of fresh water to the beach." Quinn remembered his words.

With her support, the two slowly walked out of the forest and finally returned to the beach.

When they left, Quinn had gathered many wild vegetables. And, following Alexander's instructions, cut many vines.

Back on the beach, Alexander made a fire, went to the sea to catch two fish, and grilled them.

While the fish was grilling, he used the vines to make a few traps, planning to set them in the forest later.

Another fire was burning a metal box, boiling seawater.

Watching him busy himself, Quinn couldn't help but sign, "What are you boiling the water for?"

Alexander replied, "To make salt."

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Alexander sighed, looked at her expressionlessly, and explained, "Eating unrefined salt can be poisonous."

She didn't understand what he said, but when he mentioned poison, Quinn understood.

She nodded like a little chicken pecking at rice and signed, "Can't we just eat salt?"

As Alexander wove the vines in his hands, he said, "Not eating salt can cause edema. Do you want to swell up like a balloon?"

Quinn blinked, imagining what she would look like, swollen like a balloon, and quickly shook her head.

She then pointed to the vines in Alexander's hands and signed, "What are these for?"

Alexander patiently replied, "To catch rabbits."

Quinn tilted her head, thinking for a moment. She didn't seem to have seen any rabbits here.

Alexander held the woven vines in his hand, stood up, and instructed her. "Remember to add firewood. Don't run around. I'll be back soon."