The afternoon sun streamed through the small observation opening of the shelter, casting a long and bright ray of light. The fine dust floating in the air was clearly visible within the beam.
The fire in the fireplace had waned, leaving only glowing embers that steadily emitted heat, warming the entire shelter like spring.
The little polar bear, having eaten and drunk its fill, was sprawled out on Lin Yu'an's sleeping bag, sleeping soundly.
Its round little belly rose and fell with each even breath, and the white fur around its mouth was still stained with grease, making it look like a messy yet adorable little angel.
Occasionally, its little paws would subconsciously kick in its sleep, and it would let out a satisfied whimper or two from its throat.
Lin Yu'an leaned against the wall, quietly watching the scene, as a wave of exhaustion from a sleepless night crashed over him.
