Does she seem to know herself?

Seeing the tears on Vichy's face, Wen Lin's heart suddenly throbbed inexplicably, and 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 blood stains from the corner of Vicia's lips bitten 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-clamped on 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.

This is so weird.

Wen Lin knew that her current physical condition was extremely poor, but she should not lose the most basic vigilance and couldn't figure out any clues, but Wen Lin did not want to refuse the only person who could 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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Chapter 104

Vicia's voice is clear, and when she speaks in a low voice, her voice is very pleasant.

Wen Lin was fascinated by what she heard, but she stopped abruptly at sunset and refused to explain the matter between them.