Wen Lin raised her brows, looked away calmly, walked back to the small couch, and looked at the chart absentmindedly.

The night was dark, and the wind slipped in through the crack of the open window, gently rippling the soft corners of the clothes that fell on the edge of the couch.

Vicia held her forehead with her hand, and her thoughtful gazes silently clinged to Wen Lin's side, reluctant to move away at all.

Even if she doesn't say anything, doesn't do anything, and can be in the same room quietly, Vicia feels extremely satisfied.

The once empty space under the ribs was gradually swelled by the scorching warmth, but Vicia wanted more.

The fingertips pressed on the chart trembled suddenly, Wen Lin took a deep breath, hidden the bright broken light in her eyes, and suddenly said,

"Vishia, what are you looking at?"

To be honest, Vicia's eyes are not obvious, but Wen Lin always pays attention to her movements unconsciously, so her every move, even quietly looking in her own direction, makes Wen Lin uneasy. Get comfortable.

The silence was blown away by the wind, and Vicia didn't answer immediately, but moved her eyes to the chart. After an obvious pause, she teased,

"Your Excellency, you took the chart down."

In an instant, the heat quickly spread from her chest to her cheeks. Wen Lin blinked several times, and after a while, she put the chart upright.

"Vishia, maybe it's time for you to go back to your room to rest," a little embarrassed and a little exasperated.

At this moment, Wen Lin's thoughts were confused, and it seemed that the hard shell that had been wrapped around her body was knocked open by Visia at some point.

The current situation seems too ambiguous.

A gentle gaze swept across Wen Lin's slightly pursed lips, Vicia didn't mind the meaning of chasing guests in Wen Lin's words at all. Instead of leaving, she walked to the couch and sat down.

While watching Wen Lin's questioning, she held Wen Lin's wrist and explained, "Do you have nothing to ask me about this pattern?"

The warmth on the hands touches the senses along with the touch and the faint fragrance on Vicia's body. It is not strong, but it is like the sun in winter.

But Wen Lin, who seldom acted so intimately with others, was about to break away out of an instinctive reaction, but stopped after hearing what Vicia said.

The light in the room is not bright, but the spherical pattern on the left wrist always exudes a black and bright metallic color.

In the staggered vertical and horizontal lines, it can be clearly seen that this is the overall outline of the earth.

Wen Lin moved her fingers, but did not answer, but motioned Vicia to continue with her eyes.

"This is a small ball left by your mother, Mrs. Gunneville. From the letter left by Father Carson, I learned that this small ball can travel through time and space, instantly heal injuries, and resist injuries in times of danger..."

The drooping hair concealed the sadness that flashed through Vicia's eyes, and she stopped for a while before continuing,

"You once said that this ball is a product of civilization far beyond the current era. Before the war started, I returned the ball to you, hoping it could save your life. Now it seems that it did save you. A life."

Frowning, Wen Lin pulled her wrist away from Vicia's shackles and asked suspiciously,

"What about the ball? As you can see, it's just a pattern of a ball."

Gently rubbing her wrist, there seemed to be some kind of strange touch left on it, Wen Lin's eyes flickered, and she glanced at Vicia who was beside her.

The pair of blue pupils that seemed to carry the stars flickered and melted into a smile, Visiah reached out to Wen Lin, "Follow me."

The shadows of the two of them were pulled out from the quiet wall of the fire, shaking and jumping, gilding the brief silence with a gentle luster.

Wen Lin licked her lower lip, pondered for a moment, put her hand on Vicia's palm, and was pulled up by a moderate force, pulling it to the window,

Vicia held Wen Lin's wrist again and rolled up her sleeves in the moonlight.

The faint blue streamer appeared in an instant, flowing along the lines on the wrist, the light and dark were uncertain, and it seemed to converge into a three-dimensional earth model in a trance.

The very sci-fi scene in front of her gave Wen Lin a big shock. She was silent for a few minutes, holding her breath to touch, but her fingertips were empty.

Holographic projection without a medium?

Wen Lin gave a virtual hold, but her fingertips were still empty. Although it was an unacceptable and wonderful experience to experience traveling through time and space, the shock brought by the sci-fi scene that actually appeared in front of her was no less than that of traveling through time and space.

"What the **** is going on?" Wen Lin's face was still calm, but her tone was a little surprised.

Unfortunately, Vicia couldn't give an answer.

Through careful observation, Vicia found that the pattern on Wen Lin's wrist would be abnormal only in the moonlight. Vicia did not know how to turn it back into the original ball and how to use it.

Wen Lin was not disappointed, but was a little surprised, "This may mean that I have the opportunity to return to China."

The impression of this era in Wen Lin's mind is limited to the village where she is now and the description of Vicia. Although Wen Lin was always content to be alone when she was in China, she still wants to go back more than here, even if Know what you have forgotten.

Hearing that Wen Lin wanted to go back, there were ripples in Vicia's eyes, her body swayed slightly, and then she supported the edge of the window, her voice was deliberately calm,

"If you can really go back, you must remember to take me with you."

After speaking, Vicia let out a long sigh of relief. She looked at Wen Lin's face, which was traced by half the moonlight, with unknown emotions floating in her eyes. The emotions changed faster and deeper.

Wen Lin was a little dazed at first, pondered for a moment, then noticed something, and a subtle expression suddenly appeared on her face, "You are the monarch of the country, how can you..."

"Why not?" Vicia raised her hand and reached into Wen Lin's hair, interrupting her.

Those eyes that were always watching Wen Lin quietly, at this time, the restrained, warm, and overflowing love was directly displayed in Wen Lin's eyes.

Suddenly approaching Wen Lin with a disregarding tone and posture,

"Latimer has lived up to your expectations and teachings, he will be an outstanding monarch, and now this land is growing stronger as you foresee, its glory will continue, but I can no longer support another nine alone. year."

"I'm not ashamed of Golan. It's no longer necessary for us. You are the only one who makes me feel guilty and remorseful."

"The rest of the time, I want to be greedy and willful countless times."

Vicia's eyes were full of tenderness. Her palms fit Wen Lin's cheeks, and she gently stroked her. The love and nostalgia hidden in her heart turned into a fire when she heard Wen Lin's thoughts of leaving. , seemed to melt and devour her from skin to bone.

Obviously it was a stronger posture, but Wen Lin felt that Vicia like this was more distressing. She pushed Vicia's shoulders away and took a half step back, without giving a clear answer, and did not say any more. continue this topic.

In the next few days, the two still got along well, and they seemed to have forgotten about the little ball.

Until the night before the hunt, Visiah was outside the house preparing the things she needed, and Wen Lin was leaning on the cave to look at her.

It was completely different from what Wen Lin expected to prepare, Vicia was not planning to go hunting, but more like watching the snow.

Cloaks, charcoal fires, various earthenware pots, improvised fine food...everything is refined to the extreme.

Take the cloak as an example, it includes not only the outermost one to keep out the cold, but also a separate hood and hand pocket.

While Wen Lin thought it was funny, she inevitably felt a little numb in her heart. This kind of feeling of being cared for all the time made people reluctant to refuse.

Gradually, there was a strange change in Wen Lin's eyes looking at Vicia.

When Vicia entered the room, before the obvious smile on Wen Lin's face could be taken away, she coughed pretending to be calm and asked,

"Why didn't you prepare bows and arrows or crossbows?"

Wen Yan glared at Wen Lin sternly, and reprimanded softly, "Your body hasn't fully recovered yet. If you really want to hunt, wait until you're fully recovered before going."

Seeing Vicia's cautious attitude, Wen Lin realized for the first time that she was a downright sick beauty.

Wen Lin sighed helplessly, although the waking hours during the day are the same as normal people, but the foundation of ancient martial arts in the body seems to have completely disappeared.

With a body that is weaker than ordinary people, Wen Lin is not used to it, but she has nothing to do.

Stroking the small ball pattern on her wrist, Wen Lin lost her mind again, the chance to restore her memory and her original strong body might lie in this pattern.

Vicia looked at Wen Lin's movements and expressions and guessed what she was thinking. She walked over and held Wen Lin's hand tightly.

"Don't worry, even if you can't remember anything, I will always be with you."

The dull feeling on her body seemed to disappear suddenly, Wen Lin raised her head to meet Vicia's gaze, the feeling of reassurance and restraint filled her heart, she nodded very quickly.

The answer to Wen Lin was a low smile, and Visia immediately walked over to clean up the fireplace.

Wen Lin stared blankly at her back, and suddenly said, "You don't need to do these little things deliberately, I can do it myself."

The movement in her hand paused, and the smile in Visia's eyes suddenly deepened, and she asked, "Is it or you do it, what's the difference? It's just some trivial things."

Wen Lin's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. It was indeed some small things, but these little things integrated Vicia's figure into her life.

Wen Lin opened her mouth and thought for a while, but still didn't say anything, slightly upset, she simply turned around and turned her back to Vicia.

After packing up, Vicia left. Hearing the sound of the door closing gently, Wen Lin turned her head, her eyes fell on the door, and she pondered for a long time.

The snow stopped for several days. When I went out the next morning, the snow on the top layer of the snowdrift in the distance melted and condensed, reflecting the light of Qing Lingling in the sun.

Rema came to the stone house early, ready to show Vicia and Wen Lin the way.

People in the village have guessed the identities of Vicia and Wen Lin for a while, but they are afraid of the army stationed outside the village and will never approach them easily.

Only Rima was bold and enthusiastic and always ran here with great interest. The village chief and the others arranged for Rima to lead the way for Vicia and Wen Lin.

The hunting place is in the deep forest behind the village, and it needs to cross several hills and a river.

Someone had already cleared the snow along the road ahead, and it went smoothly all the way.

Several people rode their horses to the flat place as possible. Vicia and Wen Lin rode together, and she held Wen Lin tightly in her arms.

After walking a long distance, the snow in front of him was deep, blocking the way, so he could only dismount and use a tool similar to a sled to continue forward.

There was a vast and majestic snow scene, Wen Lin seemed very happy, she let Vicia hold her arms along the way, and asked her some geological questions from time to time.

Fortunately, Vicia's books are very broad, and she can answer all the questions Wen Lin asks.

Just looking at the front, Wen Lin suddenly stumbled, Vicia quickly supported her, Wen Lin was about to thank her when she heard the crisp clicking sound of the collapsed snow.

Her pupils widened suddenly, and Wen Lin didn't have time to think about it. Just as she grabbed Wei Shiya and said something, she saw the snow on the mountain on the right rolling down.

It's an avalanche.

"Run, run to both sides," Wen Lin shouted with all her strength.

The huge avalanche airflow overturned the person, rolling around in the snow, Wen Lin nearly fainted in pain, she couldn't breathe at all, and the suffocation completely wrapped her.

The strength in her hands gradually dissipated with her consciousness. Before she completely fell into darkness, Wen Lin only felt a hoop of pain in her wrist.

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tomorrow! Will definitely add more tomorrow!