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    Just as he was about to pick it up and take a bite, there was a tight knock on the door.

    Her hand stopped in mid-air, and she stood up to open the door. As Wen Lin expected, it was Rima.

    Her home was far away from the stone house where Wen Lin lived, and the snow was even worse at night, a thick layer of snow fell on her body, and her cheeks were flushed with cold.

    Rema looked into the kitchen on her toes, stepped aside, pointed to the cold-proof supplies pulled by the sleigh cart, and pointed to Vicia.

    She came to bring basic cold-proof supplies to Vicia. Wen Lin looked at another house not far from her stone house. Although the roof was fine, the walls were broken in several places. Is Vicia preparing for tonight? sleep there.

    After thinking for a moment, Wen Lin turned to look at Vicia, but said, "It's cold outside, can you let Rima come in first?"

    After all, the kitchen was cleaned by Vicia, and they were preparing to eat. Rema's arrival seemed out of time, and Vihia's approval should be sought first.

    The smile in her eyes froze for a while, as if a gloomy gauze was covered, Vicia's eyes flickered slightly, and she nodded, "Of course you can."

    With a light expression on her face, Wen Lin naturally helped Rema to pat the snow on her cloak, and made room for Rema beside her.

    "Hello," Rima looked very happy. She came in to say hello to Vicia first, and then she focused all her attention on Wen Lin, chattering and couldn't stop talking, and took out from her arms. a drawing.

    After seeing the food on the table, he retracted the drawing and swallowed carefully.

    Wen Lin couldn't understand what she was talking about. In the past two weeks, she relied on observation to figure out Rima's expression and movements. Seeing that her eyes fell on the food, Wen Lin laughed and pushed the bowl in her direction, and gestured with her gestures. She can eat.

    Halfway through the push, Wen Lin remembered that this was given to her by Vicia, she stopped and looked at Vicia.

    Vicia was also looking at Wen Lin, and their eyes met in the air.

    Wen Lin found that the sadness in Vicia's eyes seemed to be more obvious. She seemed to know what Wen Lin was thinking, and said first, "I'll serve you a bowl."

    Although the two talents have been in contact for a short time, they are surprisingly comfortable with each other.

    Wen Lin nodded and said thank you.

    Hearing her thanks, Vicia seemed to have something to say, but in the end she didn't say anything. She put the refilled fish soup in front of her, and while Wen Lin didn't pay attention to herself, her eyes were full of nostalgia. following her.

    Wen Lin was very quiet while eating. She drank the fish soup in her hand little by little, and didn't move a piece of the venison pie.

    On the contrary, it was Rema, who from time to time complimented Vicia's craftsmanship, with a sincere and lovely expression, making this small silent space lighter.

    After eating two venison pies, Rema smiled embarrassedly at Vicia, "I swear this is the most delicious food I have ever eaten. What you cook is really delicious."

    Seemingly touched by Rima's innocence, Vicia showed a kind smile and took the initiative to introduce, "This is food made with the cooking method of Wen Lin's hometown."

    "Where is Wen Lin's hometown? We rescued her from the sea. When she was picked up, her whole body was as cold as ice."

    There is a unique majestic aura about Vicia. When Rema saw her for the first time, she felt intimidated, but when she laughed, Rema felt that she, like Wen Lin, had an attractive and mysterious aura.

    This made Rema curious, and at the same time approached them more actively.

    "Did you rescue her at sea?" Vicia said these words very softly and slowly, and the inaudible voice was filled with lingering heaviness. She wanted to know where Wen Lin has been in these nine years. , Is she doing well, what has she suffered, and why has her body become so weak.

    Her heartbeat was suddenly messy, but her eyes were surprisingly calm. Vicia took a few deep breaths and continued to answer,

    "A country in the East very far from the Golan."

    "Have you and Wen Lin known each other for a long time?"

    "It's been a long time, as long as ten years."

    "Ten years? Did Wen Lin not grow up at the time? She looks only a few years older than me now."

    Rima looked surprised. Although this lady was also very beautiful and charming, she looked much older than Wen Lin.

    Vicia was silent, she did not continue to answer, but turned her head to look at Wen Lin. When talking about ten years, Vicia deliberately repeated it in Chinese. She looked at every subtle expression on Wen Lin's face. Change of expression.

    However, to Vicia's disappointment, Wen Lin drank the soup quietly and never moved.

    Withdrawing her gaze, her fingers clasped the edge of the table silently, slowly closing in like a snare and unable to resist the soreness and pain. Vicia, who was already used to this feeling, did not show any abnormality, and turned to Wen Lin and said,

    "You can also try venison."

    The wind outside the window gradually became stronger, and the sound of snow falling from the branches came from outside the house.

    Rima looked at Vicia's eyes on the bowl containing the venison, and then looked at Wen Lin, guessing and reminding,

    "Madam, are you asking Wen Lin to eat venison pie? She can't eat it anymore. This is the most meal I've ever seen Wen Lin eat. She usually only eats a little bit of bread with a few mouthfuls. soup."

    Rema gestured as she spoke, and explained, "Wen Lin will vomit if she eats too much."

    In an instant, all the complicated emotions that were rolling in Vicia's heart disappeared, and were completely replaced by deep worries, as well as deep-rooted guilt and self-blame that grew deeper and deeper with time.

    During these nine years, Vicia always thought that if it wasn't for her own selfishness, Wen Lin might not be bound by Golan, and the heavy responsibility that could not be escaped would not have anything to do with her.

    She won't suffer in that damn war, she won't go to great lengths for Golan and herself, she may be like a bird on the sea, shining in a free country that belongs to her.

    Vicia couldn't help her heartache. She seemed to have done despicable and selfish things to Wen Lin in the name of love.

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