For Vicia, even if she loses her memory, Wen Lin has to be extra indulgent.

The two of them were lying on their backs, one on their sides, their bodies inevitably pressed together, and under the quilt were their hands.

Wen Lin was really tired. She closed her eyes and was about to fall asleep, but the almost condensed gaze from the side made her a little upset, so she turned her back.

After a while, Wen Lin fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, at dawn, Vicia woke up.

With a dull pain in her head and a little soreness on her body, Vicia was stunned for a while, and slowly recalled her actions last night.

Looking at Wen Lin who was beside her, a brief blank appeared in Vicia's mind, her chest heaved violently several times, and her body was stiff and motionless.

Staring at the back of Wen Lin's fair neck, Vicia wanted to hug her regardless, but when she thought of Wen Lin's disliked or even disgusted eyes, her heart felt like it was pierced by a sharp knife, causing sharp pain to spread.

Thinking of Wen Lin dancing with Rima last night, and her own gaffe, Visia was suddenly at a loss.

Will Wen Lin hate herself?

This question grabbed Vicia's heart tightly, and she greedily stayed on the couch for a while, then left lightly.

Make breakfast as usual, but Wen Lin hasn't woken up yet.

Vicia immediately blamed herself. It should have disturbed her to rest last night, and it was obvious that her body had not recovered.

After standing in the snow for a long time, Vicia still didn't know how to face Wen Lin who woke up and how to explain her actions last night.

Obviously she doesn't like it, why can't she restrain herself?

The lips and tongues were full of bitterness, and Vicia's mind was full of the way Wen Lin said a month ago that she didn't like being close to her. The thought of Wen Lin's disgusting eyes might make her breathless.

Obviously she should take care of Wen Lin by herself, so why did Wen Lin give in?

Vicia stared at the closed door for a long time, turned around and walked to the maid in the distance, and told Wen Lin to wake up at a certain time. Go, followed by a small group of royal guards.

I walked aimlessly until came to a clear lake.

The alpine lake reflected the snow-capped mountains in the distance, and Vicia stopped to look afar and lost her mind for a long time.

Until twilight came quietly, Wen Lin sat by the window with a book in her hand, and didn't turn a page for a long time.

As soon as she woke up and didn't see Vicia, Wen Lin asked the attendant and said she was going up the mountain.

But no one came back for a day. The severe cold weather, the beasts and the snow on the mountain are all potential dangers.

Once encountering a large beast, or falling into a hunting pit, I am afraid that there will be no return.

The more she thought about it, the more wrong she became. Wen Lin packed up and was about to go out and find someone to go with Vicia.

Unexpectedly, just after walking a few steps, she saw the fire in the distance getting closer and closer, Wen Lin stopped to take a closer look, it was Visia and her party.

The two stared at each other from a distance in the snow under the night. Vicia held a garland woven with grass in her hand. Looking at Wen Lin's slightly cold eyes, she looked away a little embarrassedly. Shrinked back.

After sizing Vicia from head to toe and confirming that nothing happened, Wen Lin breathed a sigh of relief and said first, "Let's go eat something first."

Vicia nodded politely and followed Wen Lin into the kitchen with the garland.

Wen Lin didn't use dinner yet. Taking advantage of Vicia's time to shoot the snow, Wen Lin went to bring the hot bread and soup to the table.

Her eyes flickered messily, Vicia quietly looked at Wen Lin's expression, her eyes were calm, and there was no disgust, let alone disgust.

Wen Lin didn't seem to be angry because of what happened last night, and when she saw the food for two people on the table, Vicia realized that Wen Lin was waiting for her, and her heart suddenly filled with joy and excitement.

The two of them ate silently, and Vicia quietly looked at Wen Lin's expression, and when she noticed that her eyes were on the garland, she couldn't help but explain,

"Dancing with a garland of lingering grass, at the bonfire party on the last day of St. Valentine's Day, it means goodwill or love for each other."

Hearing this explanation, Wen Lin was a little surprised, but she didn't say anything and finished her dinner quietly.

Seeing Wen Lin's calm reaction, Vicia was a little disappointed and didn't continue to say anything.

When the two were about to go back to the stone house, Wen Lin suddenly stopped Vicia, "Tonight, just tonight, can you tell me all the stories that happened between us?"

Vicia met Wen Lin's gaze, but she didn't notice any special emotions, but she seemed to suddenly give Vicia some kind of hope.

This was the first time Wen Lin took the initiative to ask about the past.

Vicia lowered her eyes, covered up her rolling emotions, and said in a calm tone, "Okay, I'll tell you slowly."

The fireplace was burning all the time, and the stone house was extraordinarily warm. The two sat side by side in front of the fireplace, and the firelight reflected on them, making them harmonious and warm.

From the encounter at sea, the Atta Tower, the gladiatorial arena, the royal court, the village of Yinhe, the church, to the last wall of fire standing on the sea, Vicia's voice became more and more hoarse, and she tried her best to understate those deep pasts. Tell Wen Lin a little bit.

But those memories that supported her to live on countless lonely days and nights, even the most peaceful narrative, made Vicia unbearable.

Pain, unforgettable.

It took a whole night for Vicia's story to stop in the final fire.

Wen Lin looked sideways, Vicia's thin red eyes were quietly looking out the window, and inside she felt a deep and suffocating loneliness.

Dull gray hair hung down on the side of her face, tracing the lines of her face that looked cold but was extremely gentle when facing her.

There was a clear thumping sound from under the ribs, heavier than the sound.

Wen Lin was in a trance, her heart was numb, clear, intense, and the sadness that seemed to bite her and swallow her up like a torrent.