Its hind legs appeared particularly weak, and with each step, its body would tilt to one side, needing to claw desperately at the snow with its front paws to steady itself.
A series of urgent yet weak "hum hum" noises emerged from its throat. The sound was hoarse and faint, filled with an intense craving for food, mixed with the pathetic inability to be loud due to its weakness.
Lin Yu'an's heart was deeply gripped by this scene.
He took out three pieces of Red Spot Salmon frozen as hard as stones from the bucket, but didn't throw them directly over. Instead, he slowly backed up a few steps and placed the fish at the entrance of the shelter.
This was his final test, also the ultimate diagnosis of the little Polar Bear's condition.
The little cub seemed to have a glimmer of light in its eyes when it smelled the nearer, richer scent. It hesitated for a moment; instinctive fear made it wary of approaching the towering human figure.
