"I know."
Lin Yu'an nodded, then with a slow yet resolute motion, pushed open the door.
"Creak—"
The metallic screech of the heavy iron door opening was particularly jarring in the silence of the arena.
A familiar chill, mingled with the scent of ice, snow, and animal fur, rushed in.
Almost at the moment the sound resounded, the icy sculpture in the corner moved slightly.
December slowly lifted its furry head, its once dull obsidian eyes warily looking towards the doorway.
When it saw the familiar tall figure clad in a white protective suit, the wariness in its eyes froze instantly.
Time seemed to hit a pause button at that moment.
There was first a flicker of incomprehensible confusion in its gaze.
As if asking: Is that you? Is it really you?
Then immediately, that confusion was replaced by a volcanic eruption of ecstasy! Those dark eyes burst forth with a brilliance enough to pierce through the polar night!
