"..."

Vicia slumped violently on the sand, her whole body trembling violently, she clenched Latimer's wrist, surging and burning hot.

She could clearly hear the sound of her teeth bumping, and the moment her hand was strong, she drew deep finger marks on Latimer's wrist.

"Now, immediately, take me to see her."

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Ah, ah, when they meet again, the Queen has been 30 years old.

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Chapter 103

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. The closer they got here, the more panic Vicia felt.

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 they seem to have finished their whole life.

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.