That period was truly terrifying, with temperatures as low as minus 60 degrees Celsius. Bi Fang felt as if his own soul was about to freeze.

The surrounding environment was still the same gray and white, but Bifang did not feel lonely or monotonous.

Even on the eternal ice field, new life and new things will appear every day.

Every morning is different.

Every life has a fresh story.

The wind will bring the seeds of stories, and time will make them germinate.

Bi Fang enjoys such a life and does not feel any hardship.

Of course, this kind of life security comes from Bi Fang's strong survival ability. If it were another person, it would be very difficult just to survive, let alone experience the beauty of it.

When normal people come to the Arctic to survive, they can only feel the cruelty of nature and the harshness of the environment, so much so that they cry in despair.

"Logically speaking, the sun should rise within these two days. I don't know if we can catch it."

In mid-January, it is already the time when the polar night is about to disappear.

Bifang, who was driving the dog sled, said to himself that he had been wandering on the ice field for the past two days. There were no hills or woods here, and it was endless, just to be able to see the rising sun as soon as possible.
Chapter completed!