December 26, local time in Wiseman.
The storm that swept across the global internet overnight seemed to have no impact on this land at the edge of the world.
The sun still lazily hung on the horizon, the snowfields remained vast and boundless, and the air was still cold and pure.
Life, still had to return to its simplest origin, where those rapidly jumping numbers and astronomical gains could certainly bring immense security and infinite possibilities for the future.
But in the end, they could not replace the flames burning in the fireplace, the warm embrace of family, and the solid feeling of creating a new life with one's own hands on this land.
At nine in the morning, Lin Yu'an made the fire in the fireplace burn a little more vigorously, added a few pieces of dry birch wood, and then put on his thickest winter gear.
