How long has this defenseless coastline persisted? Has no one discovered it? Has no one come to remedy it?
A series of questions arose in You Su's mind, just as the tribe amidst the snowstorm began to 'emerge'.
...
Two thick candles were lit within the igloo, bringing both light and warmth.
"They're candles made from the blubber of snow bears, very enduring!"
Little Deer noticed You Su was curious about the candles, so he enthusiastically explained, with a hint of pride in his voice.
The girl had already shed those coats thicker than armor, leaving only two felt pieces, which although not few, revealed a thinner figure compared to before.
You Su nodded, curiously looking around once more. Although the house was clearly built on a foundation of ice bricks mixed with snow, inside it was not cold at all, and instead felt somewhat warm.
