The stone houses are built along the rugged mountains, and the roofs are all cones made of hard gray limestone. It is looming in the staggered spruce forest. This is a quaint little village.

Wen Lin absently looked at the unfamiliar things in front of her. Half a month ago, she was rescued at sea and brought back to the village.

Everything here is extraordinarily unfamiliar to Wen Lin, and even makes her feel very primitive.

However, due to the language barrier, Wen Lin barely communicated with them in sign language for half a month.

What's even more strange is that Wen Lin found that her body was abnormally weak, and it was difficult to even wave the long knife in her hand.

Just when Wen Lin was in a trance, the village chief's daughter Ruili ran over excitedly, and she came to deliver food to Wen Lin.

Putting the bread and soup on the table, Rema motioned for Wen Lin to eat quickly.

In Rema's opinion, Wen Lin was too thin, her skin was pale and almost transparent in the sun, and her weak body seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind.

Can clearly feel the kindness of the villagers towards her, Wen Lin smiled at Rima and said thank you in Chinese.

The rare appearance and the natural noble temperament made Wen Lin stand out in the village. The old people in the village were very excited when they saw Wen Lin at first glance, and they even knelt down to salute.

The rescued woman looked so much like the former Lady Sutherland, they were too excited to speak at first.

They guessed Wen Lin's identity, but due to the language barrier between the two sides, they couldn't communicate in depth.

Wen Lin just rested in the village for half a month. As her spirit slowly recovered, Wen Lin had more and more doubts in her heart.

The people in the village have European looks, unfamiliar pronunciation, weird clothes...

Wen Lin guessed that she was no longer in China.

All this was so strange that Wen Lin recalled carefully, she fell into the deep mountain and forest and lost consciousness. She woke up again and appeared here. The only thing she was familiar with was the Ming Changdao in her hand.

I can't think of a reasonable explanation.

Dizzy for a while, Wen Lin closed her eyes and rubbed her temples.

Seeing this, Rema knew that Wen Lin should rest, so she packed up the dishes and left at the right time.

Except for meals every day, Wen Lin is almost asleep at other times.

At this time, Vicia and her party, who had traveled all the way, also came to the outside of the village.

Her hair and eyelashes were all condensed snow particles, and the breath she spit out formed into a white mist, and the impatience of panic meant that the trembling breath penetrated every inch of bone blood.

The severe pain under the ribs spread silently, and Vicia asked again, "Is it really her?"

"Your Majesty, it's really Your Excellency Wen Lin."

Field answered in a deep voice. On the way here, Her Majesty Vicia asked this question countless times, and the most elite king cavalry had already quietly surrounded the place.

Nine years seems to be too long for those who love each other, so long that it seems that their whole life has passed.

After negotiating with the village chief, Vicia was led to the stone house belonging to Wen Lin.

After a long distance, Vicia waved them back and walked slowly towards the hut by herself.

She is always concerned about the person she misses, lying on the couch in front of the window with her eyes closed.

Every time she took a step closer, Vicia trembled more and more, she suppressed her crying with great self-control, tears overflowing her eyes, and even her breathing stopped.

Vicia bit her lip, staring intently at the familiar figure.

The moment she opened the door, Vicia suddenly felt that this desperate long winter night was finally coming to an end, and she walked to the small couch lightly, lest it disturbed anything.

Wen Lin didn't wake up, and Vicia stared at her quietly, looking at her pale and weak face, as if the snow that fell into her palm would melt when touched.

Vicia stretched out her hand, wanting to touch her, but stopped suddenly in mid-air, and traced Wen Lin's eyebrows with nostalgia and tenderness across the promised distance.

The huge joy slowly closed like a thick fog, completely swallowing Vicia's rational calmness and drowning, and before Vicia was about to wake up Wen Lin, her pupils suddenly widened.

She covered her mouth and swept Wen Lin from beginning to end with fearful eyes.

Vicia found out later that she seemed to have overlooked one thing. It seemed that the years had never left a trace on Wen Lin, and even all the injuries she suffered on the battlefield could not be found at this moment.

Wen Lin is as young as nine years ago, but she is already old. The fine lines at the end of her eyes and more and more gray hair seem to have been split by the years.

The overwhelming fear followed the surprise of what was lost and found. Under the huge emotional fluctuations, Visia finally couldn't bear it anymore. She stumbled back a few steps, and was tripped up in embarrassment.

At the same time, Wen Lin, who was sleeping, frowned very lightly, and opened her eyes following the voice.

The two looked at each other.

Wen Lin frowned tightly, a completely unfamiliar but familiar figure, she was looking at herself with tears streaming down her face, indescribably heavy and longing.

Does she seem to know herself?

Seeing the tears on Vichy's face, Wen Lin's heart suddenly throbbed inexplicably, her pale lips moved, "Who are you?"

After speaking, Wen Lin quickly laughed at herself, she probably didn't understand what she was talking about.

Staying in place for a few seconds, under Wen Lin's unfamiliar gaze, Vicia approached her again, and she asked, "Wen Lin, don't you remember me?"

Silence, Wen Lin stepped back subconsciously and shook her head almost cruelly.

She didn't understand the language here, and didn't know how to respond, so she shook her head helplessly.

The eyes that were surging with countless messy emotions suddenly froze, and Vicia smiled at Wen Lin with difficulty, and then called Wen Lin's name in Chinese.

"Wen Lin."

Everything in front of her seemed cruel and absurd, but when Wen Lin came back, she came back alive, even if the years ruthlessly erased the memory between them.

Vicia was crying and laughing, Wen Lin looked at her crying and laughing a little at a loss.

Wen Lin searched for her memory in her mind, but found nothing. She asked carefully, "You speak Chinese, do you know me?"

Sitting on the blanket feebly, Vicia was clinging to the edge of the small slump. She wanted to hold Wen Lin's wrist, but she avoided it even faster.

Her face stiffened for a few moments. Vicia forced herself to calm down from the sudden pain. She stared at Wen Lin and said word by word in Chinese,

"Wen Lin, I'm Vicia, I'm your wife, your only love."

Vicia's words were a bit rusty, but her words were very clear.

She stared at Visia for a while, and finally Wen Lin smiled and shook her head,

"It's ridiculous, we're all women, maybe I've forgotten something, but you shouldn't take advantage of this time to deceive me."

Wen Lin pursed her lips lightly. This was her usual next move when she was thinking. She was not angry, but in the current situation, she felt familiar and kind.

A shimmering light flashed through her eyes calmly. Wen Lin guessed that she and the woman in front of her should really know each other. Judging from her reaction, it seemed that there was still a deep relationship between them.

But it should never be a love relationship.

A sigh, wrapped in heavy loss, like the deepest night.

Vicia's mind is messy, she doesn't know how to explain everything in the past to Wen Lin, the madness and stubbornness between them, the touching relationship between them, the desperate and tormenting difference between them...

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the bloodstain from the corner of Vicia's lips bitten off by her, and Wen Lin stretched out her hand to gently wipe it away.

Her body was one step faster than her head, and Wen Lin looked at her fingers suspiciously.

This action gave Visia a great encouragement, a group of bright and soft flames clustered in the broken eyes, she stared at Wen Lin's eyes,

"It's okay, Your Excellency Wen Lin, I'll tell you little by little about everything you've forgotten."

The eyes Vicia looked at her were so affectionate and deep as the sea, she could easily grab everyone's attention.

She was beautiful, and Wen Lin was lost for a while.

The sun was half-shrouded in her body, and she was as beautiful as an oil painting with delicate texture. Even the fine lines at the corners of her eyes were beautiful, reflecting the gifts of the years, and like the towering snow-capped mountains in the distance, solemn and cold.

The only fly in the ointment is that her blond hair, which should be as dazzling as the sun, is now gray.

Wen Lin was a little curious why her hair looked so old and didn't match her beautiful face at all.

And why did he have the urge to get close to her, and even had no dissatisfaction and vigilance for her intrusion.

It's so weird.

Wen Lin knows that her current physical condition is extremely poor, but she should not lose the most basic vigilance and can't figure out any clues, but Wen Lin does not want to refuse the only person who can communicate with her in Chinese.

Vicia was keenly aware of Wen Lin's acceptance, her quiet eyes glanced out the window, the clouds in the distance caressed the snow peak, the warm yellow clouds spread out, and the wind was blowing from the window, lingering around the two of them.

She couldn't help but approach Wen Lin's direction, Vicia greedily sniffed the breath belonging to Wen Lin, and a deep smile gathered silently in the bottom of her eyes.

It was different after all, Vicia was grateful, they were not complete strangers.

Wen Lin neither resisted nor resented her intrusion.

Slightly relieved, Vicia kept telling herself that it doesn't matter, there is still a long time between them.

The next interaction became more peaceful and natural, Vicia patiently answered Wen Lin's doubts.

Vicia didn't tell Wen Lin all the past at the first time, it would take them longer to tell the complete past.

With a huge shock in her heart, Wen Lin fell into a huge shock as Vicia's story was told.

All this is like an unreal dream, like a joke made by God, a parallel time and space thousands of years away from China...

And when Vicia said something about modernity, Wen Lin actually broke free from the shock.

She calmly listened to the woman who called herself Vicia tell her that all this was brought to this country and her by herself.

A slight sense of suffocation spread from her heart to her whole body. Wen Lin held down the heartbeat that suddenly became messy under her ribs. She asked,

"What about us? What about me and you?"

Everything in front of him was incredible, but all the details were telling Wen Lin that it was all real.

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