Walking back to her father reluctantly, Rima's eyes still fell on Wen Lin. Wen Lin guessed what happened based on the expressions of the others. When she looked at Rima again, her smile contained a hint of comfort.

Vicia watched the interaction between Wen Lin and Rima, her eyes darkened silently, and her throat moved quietly.

When she caught Wen Lin's line of sight, Vicia turned her head as if nothing had happened. She looked at Latimer and Field, who were stunned, and explained helplessly,

"Wen Lin lost her memory, she forgot everything about Golan, and even she can't understand our language now."

There was no resentment in Vicia's words, but it was full of regrets.

Latimer was so startled that he almost jumped up, but the royal demeanor deep in his bones made Latimer hold back deeply. He looked at Wen Lin restrainedly, and repeatedly confirmed that this was his teacher.

The sudden situation made several people stunned at the moment, not knowing what to do, but Vicia had already thought about it.

She decided to stay in the village temporarily, waiting for Wen Lin's body to recover before returning to the royal court.

Immediately after, Vicia ordered a few words in a low voice, and decided to let Field and Latimer return to the royal court first, and Francis would assist Latimer in handling government affairs, and bring the best medical officer, as well as the items they used to use. They were all delivered, and the village chief and the others went to prepare the ingredients.

Vicia found a separate small kitchen outside Wen Lin's small stone house and decided to make use of this small kitchen tonight.

It didn't take long for the crowd to disperse cleanly, leaving only Vishiya and Wen Lin, as well as a few soldiers guarding not far away.

The bonfire in the open space was burning fiercely, and after a few steps away, Vicia felt sultry, so she reached out and untied the cloak on her body.

However, Wen Lin silently approached the bonfire, as if she wanted to stick with the bonfire.

Vicia was watching Wen Lin's condition all the time. Wen Lin's pale face was reddened by the firelight, but there was no sweat on her face, and her whole body was wrapped in heavy clothes.

Worrying more and more in her heart, Vicia stepped forward and involuntarily put her hand into Wen Lin's cloak, so fast that Wen Lin didn't have time to dodge.

The palm of her hand was cold for a while, and Vicia's heart sank with it.

Wen Lin's hands were always warm and hot in the past. Every time on a cold night, Wen Lin would always cover her hands to warm her up.

What happened in the past reappeared in Visiya's mind very clearly. She noticed Wen Lin's intention to withdraw her hand, and suddenly increased her strength, holding her hand firmly, rubbing it back and forth, wanting to replace her She warms up.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, this is how you warmed my hands in the past."

In Vicia's words, there was a worry that she couldn't hide even if she wanted to, and Wen Lin's physical condition seemed to be worse than expected.

Feeling the warm touch on her hand, Wen Lin frowned uncomfortably, but this body was so weak that she couldn't struggle, so she had to let Vicia move.

The current intimacy made Wen Lin feel inexplicable and irritable, especially when her body was weak, so when Vicia relaxed a little, Wen Lin immediately pulled her hand back and took a step to the outside.

After a certain distance, Wen Lin felt at ease. She lowered her eyes and stared at the bonfire without saying a word.

Vicia's hand that was frozen in the air slowly fell, and the smile froze on her face. She opened her mouth, "It's all a long time ago, you should have...don't remember."

In the second half of the sentence, Vicia didn't say it, it was more than this, Wen Lin forgot everything between them.

Wen Lin didn't respond, which made Vicia look like she was talking to herself.

They didn't say a word until the villagers brought the ingredients.

Vicia declined the villagers' good intentions to send them back, but walked back with Wen Lin with the ingredients.

The villagers were puzzled. Could it be that this noble lady wants to cook by herself? Why don't servants do it? Obviously she looks very rich.

Sitting beside the stove, Wen Lin, who watched Vicia methodically build the fire and cook, was equally puzzled. Her cooking movements looked very crunchy, especially her unique cooking method.

After watching for a while, Wen Lin suddenly asked, "Is this also the cooking method I gave you before?"

"Yes."

"Did it for me?"

"Yes."

Vicia's answer was of course, but Wen Lin wanted to refuse for no reason. It seemed that subconsciously, she resisted Vicia doing these things for her.

Besides, no matter what kind of past they had in the past, the identity associated with a royal family should not be condescended for her.

Wen Lin continued, "You don't have to do this for me, I don't need it."

Her tone was cold and hard, but Vicia was not angry. There was an extremely soft light in her eyes, "Wen Lin, I'm just doing what you did for me."

It was obviously time-consuming and laborious, but Vicia didn't find it troublesome at all. Everything Wen Lin had done for her, she would do it for Wen Lin one by one.

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Chapter 105

Wen Lin looked away from Vicia, and she said casually, "As you wish."

A gust of wind blew in from the crack of the door, and the candle shadow swayed. Seeing the indifference and alienation on Wen Lin's face, Vicia couldn't tell what she felt in her heart. She continued the movements in her hands, and her eyebrows and eyes hidden in the dark were still gentle.

The cod fish soup and venison patties are both sweet and light.

After it was done, Vicia naturally wiped the small wooden table that had not been used for a long time, moved it to the stove, and filled Wen Lin with a large bowl of soup.

"Try it, it shouldn't be as delicious as what you made."

It smells delicious, which is obviously much more enticing than other food Wen Lin has eaten in the past half month.

Wen Lin knew that her body had to be well cared for. She only relied on the gnawing bread in the village and the thick soup made from some unknown mixture, so she didn't know how long she would take care of herself.