Without revealing Wen Lin's embarrassment, Vicia turned to remind Wen Lin of other little things to pay attention to.

For example, if you can't keep up your spirits to read books, you should rest when you need to rest; the food will be cooked by the cook who came from Brunz, and every meal must be eaten on time...

At this time, Vicia is like an elder who is infinitely tolerant of Wen Lin.

In the end, she said thoughtfully, "Wait for me to come back," without giving Wen Lin any room to interrupt.

Standing at the door and watching Vicia completely disappear from sight, Wen Lin slowly walked back to the small cave and sat down.

Staring at the throbbing flames, Wen Lin felt that the tip of her ear that Vicia had touched just now was constantly getting hot. She stretched out her hand and rubbed it a few times before she could barely feel better.

It seemed that something was quietly changing between him and Vicia.

Some are abrupt, some are inexplicable, and some are at a loss.

Wen Lin walked to the bookshelf aside, took a geography book at random, and wanted to calm down by reading the book.

In the next few days, there seemed to be no change in life, except that Rima came more often.

According to Rima, St. Valentine's Day will come in a few days, and the village will be very lively by then. She has come to invite Wen Lin to attend the dance party on the last night.

There are three days of St. Valentine's Day. On the first two days, young men and women will go hunting together, and on the last day, there will be a dance in the village square.

Because Wen Lin helped Rema to improve the design of the bow and arrow, which made Rema hit a lot of prey during the usual hunting, which made her look forward to showing off her skills on this St. Valentine's Day.

Her body has recovered a lot. If she just went to the village at night, there should be no problem. Wen Lin agreed.

That night, countless young men and women gathered in front of the village square, with a huge bonfire burning in the middle.

Wen Lin attracted the attention of many people as soon as she appeared. Even if she was in the crowd, her rare beauty and outstanding temperament could be seen at a glance.

After sitting on the surrounding stone piles, many men came to send garlands to Wen Lin.

Wen Lin was puzzled and refused all of them. Rema was afraid that Wen Lin would be annoyed, so she put the firefly garland she had woven on Wen Lin's head.

"That way they won't bother you."

As soon as Vicia returned to the village, she rushed towards the small stone house without stopping, and found that Wen Lin was not there, so she came to the village to find her.

Unpredictable, the picture of Wen Lin and Rema dancing together with the same garland hit her eyes.

Only two people who express their love and love for each other will dance with the same garland at the St. Valentine's Day ball.

Vicia's mind buzzed, even if the night was dark, she couldn't hide the panic on her face.

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Chapter 108

Vicia raised her head, blinked her eyes slowly, and stared at Wen Lin and Rima by the bonfire.

Instead of stepping forward, he chose to turn around and walk back toward the small stone house.

The door was slammed shut, and in the dark and silent room, Vicia leaned down slowly against the door.

She tried her best to endure it, but the hot eyes still scrambled to fall. Vicia covered her mouth tightly, trembling uncontrollably, suppressing the choked and painful cry.

In her mind, she couldn't help recalling Wen Lin's smile when she looked at Rima just now, and that dream, the beautiful life that belonged to Wen Lin that had nothing to do with her.

Vihia thought deeply about herself, whether without her, Wen Lin would be happier.

Maybe a simple and innocent little girl like Rima is really suitable for Wen Lin.

Vicia originally thought that she could remain calm, calm, and wait patiently.

Even in this life, Wen Lin can't remember, she will wait.

But Vicia alone dare not think about it, what if Wen Lin chooses to fall in love with someone else?

Such thoughts made Vicia feel depressed and hopeless, and she recalled the obvious closeness and kindness that Wen Lin had shown to Rima for more than a month.

Vicia was shocked to realize that when Wen Lin treated herself, she was always calm and never had any unnecessary emotions.

In this way, the years have gently erased the deep-rooted memory between them, and also erased Wen Lin's deep love for herself.

And all this is ultimately because of his own incompetence, because of his own selfishness and despicableness.

Thinking of Wen Lin's frail body, Vicia blamed herself so much that she couldn't forgive herself, never could.

Everything between them made Vicia dare not to force it any more. She couldn't help thinking sadly, if Wen Lin really chooses someone else, as long as she can see her really happy, what else is there to be unsatisfied with?

When she was disheartened, Vicia stumbled to the luggage outside the door that she had not had time to pack, and pulled out the spirits she used to warm herself up when she was on the road.

When Wen Lin came back, she saw the messy luggage in front of the house, and recognized the things that belonged to Vicia. Wen Lin looked around, but did not find Vicia.

Slowly walking back to his small stone house, he casually took a book and made a fire next to the fireplace, his eyes always looking out the window intentionally or unintentionally.

It started to snow again at night, and it was getting bigger and bigger, and there was a thin layer of snow on the luggage outside.

Wen Lin frowned and put down the book in her hand, walked outside the door and called the attendant stationed in the distance, and moved all the luggage into her room.

After hesitating for a while, Wen Lin turned around and walked towards Vicia's stone house.

As soon as the door was opened, a strong smell of alcohol came out.

With the dim firelight thrown in from the door, Wen Lin saw that Vicia was curled up beside the bed, with a few empty wine naan scattered around.