Looking at the flickering candlelight, Wen Lin felt a little dark, so she got up and found a few other candles.

After lighting them one by one, Wen Lin still felt dark, so she simply held Vicia's hand and said, "It's too dark, it hurts my eyes, I'll paint it in the daytime tomorrow."

There was an obvious smile on her lips. Vicia didn't expect Wen Lin to act now. She couldn't hide her smile and looked at Wen Lin, "Wen Lin, are you caring about me? I'm very happy. ."

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Chapter 111

Wen Lin raised her brows, looked away calmly, walked back to the small couch, and looked at the chart absentmindedly.

The night was dark, and the wind slipped in through the crack of the open window, gently rippling the soft corners of the clothes that fell on the edge of the couch.

Vicia held her forehead with her hand, and her thoughtful gazes silently clinged to Wen Lin's side, reluctant to move away at all.

Even if she doesn't say anything, doesn't do anything, and can be in the same room quietly, Vicia feels extremely satisfied.

The once empty space under the ribs was gradually swelled by the scorching warmth, but Vicia wanted more.

The fingertips pressed on the chart trembled suddenly, Wen Lin took a deep breath, hidden the bright broken light in her eyes, and suddenly said,

"Vishia, what are you looking at?"

To be honest, Vicia's eyes are not obvious, but Wen Lin always pays attention to her movements unconsciously, so her every move, even quietly looking in her own direction, makes Wen Lin feel uncomfortable. Get comfortable.

The silence was blown away by the wind, and Vicia didn't answer immediately, but moved her eyes to the chart. After an obvious pause, she teased,

"Your Excellency, you took the chart down."

In an instant, the heat quickly spread from her chest to her cheeks. Wen Lin blinked several times, and after a while, she put the chart upright.

"Vishia, maybe it's time for you to go back to your room to rest," a little embarrassed and a little exasperated.

At this moment, Wen Lin's thoughts were confused, and it seemed that the hard shell that had been wrapped around her body was knocked open by Visia at some point.

The current situation seems too ambiguous.

A gentle gaze swept across Wen Lin's slightly pursed lips, Vicia didn't mind the meaning of chasing guests in Wen Lin's words at all. Instead of leaving, she walked to the couch and sat down.

While watching Wen Lin's questioning, she held Wen Lin's wrist and explained, "Do you have nothing to ask me about this pattern?"

The warmth on the hands touches the senses along with the touch and the faint fragrance on Vicia's body. It is not strong, but it is like the sun in winter.

But Wen Lin, who seldom acted so intimately with others, was about to break away out of an instinctive reaction, but stopped after hearing what Vicia said.

The light in the room is not bright, but the spherical pattern on the left wrist always exudes a black and bright metallic color.

In the staggered vertical and horizontal lines, it can be clearly seen that this is the overall outline of the earth.

Wen Lin moved her fingers, but did not answer, but motioned Vicia to continue with her eyes.

"This is a small ball left by your mother, Mrs. Gunneville. I learned from the letter left by Father Carson that this small ball can travel through time and space, instantly heal injuries, and resist injuries in times of danger..."

The drooping hair concealed the sadness that flashed through Vicia's eyes, and she stopped for a while before continuing,

"You once said that this ball is a product of civilization far beyond the current era. Before the war started, I returned the ball to you, hoping it could save your life. Now it seems that it did save you. A life."

Frowning, Wen Lin pulled her wrist away from Vicia's shackles and asked suspiciously,

"What about the ball? As you can see, it's just a pattern of a ball."

Gently rubbing her wrist, there seemed to be some kind of strange touch left on it, Wen Lin's eyes flickered, and she glanced at Vicia who was beside her.

The pair of blue pupils that seemed to carry the stars flickered and melted into a smile, Visiah reached out to Wen Lin, "Follow me."

The shadows of the two of them were pulled out from the quiet wall of the fire, shaking and jumping, gilding the brief silence with a gentle luster.

Wen Lin licked her lower lip, pondered for a moment, put her hand on Vicia's palm, and was pulled up by a moderate force, pulling it to the window,

Vicia held Wen Lin's wrist again and rolled up her sleeves in the moonlight.

The faint blue streamer appeared in an instant, flowing along the lines on the wrist, the light and dark were uncertain, and it seemed to converge into a three-dimensional earth model in a trance.

The very sci-fi scene in front of her gave Wen Lin a big shock. She was silent for a few minutes, holding her breath to touch, but her fingertips were empty.

Holographic projection without a medium?

Wen Lin gave a virtual hold, but her fingertips were still empty. Although it was an unacceptable and wonderful experience to experience traveling through time and space, the shock brought by the sci-fi scene that actually appeared in front of her was no less than that of traveling through time and space.

"What the hell is going on?" Wen Lin's face was still calm, but her tone was a little surprised.

Unfortunately, Vicia couldn't give an answer.

Through careful observation, Vicia found that the pattern on Wen Lin's wrist would be abnormal only in the moonlight. Vicia did not know how to turn it back into the original ball and how to use it.

Wen Lin was not disappointed, but was a little surprised, "This may mean that I have the opportunity to return to China."

The impression of this era in Wen Lin's mind is limited to the village where she is now and the description of Vicia. Although Wen Lin was always content to be alone when she was in China, she still wants to go back more than here, even if Know what you have forgotten.

Hearing that Wen Lin wanted to go back, there were ripples in Vicia's eyes, her body swayed slightly, and then she propped up against the edge of the window, her voice was deliberately calm,