Love Unspoken

Walter walked on the green grass, heading toward the Mansion with slow steps. As he pushed open the rusty iron gate, it let out a creaking sound. Crossing the knee-high weeds, he easily walked in. Arriving in front of the main building of the Mansion, there was no smile on his face. If Alexander were here, he would see the sadness in Walter's eyes at this moment. Walter stood at the door for a long time, the gentle breeze blowing his short hair and long coat.

The dark red robe he wore stood out conspicuously among the lush greenery, looking out of place and discordant, like a prominent mistake in this world.

After a while, he finally took a step forward toward the gate.

The gate was not locked, so it was easy to enter.

The interior was cluttered, filled with spider webs and thick mud everywhere, appearing chaotic at first sight.

The more Walter walked in this Mansion, the more complex his expression became.

In Sylvadora's legend, this place was known as the haunted house, where some college students once came to explore, and two of them were scared out of their wits.

Since then, no one visited this place again.

For some reason, it was not demolished; it was just left abandoned here.

Walter was very familiar with this Mansion, and even though it was a mess everywhere, he could still find the stairs accurately.

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He ascended the staircase, walking slowly in the corridor, his gaze sweeping over every place as if he could see the past appearance of this Mansion.

For example, that wall should have had a painting, and in that corner, a pot of greenery should have been placed.

But now, there was nothing, just darkness and gloom.

Even in broad daylight, with the morning light outside, there was no light inside.

Walter pushed open every door, inspecting every room as if trying to reconstruct every corner of the room with his gaze.

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When he reached the end of the corridor and pushed open a door, he suddenly froze.

He saw a person sitting on the abandoned bed, wearing a white sweater with a bun on her head, facing away from him.

Walter's pupils slightly contracted. "Quinn?" he unconsciously called out, and the person sitting on the bed also turned to look at him.

Their eyes met, and the already quiet air became even more silent as if one could hear even the sound of breathing.

Quinn showed a familiar confusion in her eyes when she saw Walter.

Walter pondered for a moment, then strode forward and stood in front of Quinn, grabbing her shoulders, his tone and expression somewhat excited. "What are you doing here?" Quinn stared at him, and then, after a while, she struggled to push him away.

Walter looked puzzled for a moment but soon realized that she had forgotten him again. "I'm your brother."

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Quinn pursed her lips, not believing his words. So, Walter had to spend some time patiently coaxing her, finally dispelling the doubts in her eyes and making her believe that he was indeed her brother. Once Quinn's wariness disappeared, Walter sat down beside her, not minding the dirt. "How did you get here? Have you been here all along?"

Quinn nodded, but she had yet to remember how she got here.

Walter asked, "We've been looking for you for two days. Have you never left here?"

Quinn nodded, gesturing. "Where is this?"

Walter was slightly taken aback, looking at her eyes with a hint of subtlety. "You don't know where this is?"

Quinn tilted her head, thought for a moment, and then shook her head, completely clueless.

Walter chuckled. "If you don't know where this is, how did you end up here?"

Quinn raised her hand and gestured. "I don't know."

Walter stared at her fingers, remained silent for a while, and murmured, "Don't know."