Day 44.
The horizon was just starting to show a hint of the unique polar light. Inside the shelter, the fireplace's flames had burned through the night, leaving a thick layer of ash over the deep red embers, steadily emitting the last bit of warmth.
Lin Yu'an hadn't slept, or rather, he had barely slept the entire night.
He simply lay quietly on his side in the sleeping bag, holding the little one who had long since fallen into a deep sleep.
December had grown quite a bit, weighing over fifteen kilograms now, like a fluffy large pillow that pressed against half of his body, causing it to go slightly numb. Yet, Lin Yu'an did not move at all for fear of disturbing it.
He just greedily, over and over again, traced December's outlines with his eyes, guided by the faint red glow of the embers.
