He knew he couldn't continue this dangerous topic any longer. At least, not for now.
He picked up the largest piece of chicken from his bowl and placed it precisely into her bowl, using the action to change the subject.
After finishing the lunch filled with ambiguous tension, Lin Yu'an carefully packed the fish paste prepared for December into an insulated lunch box.
He stood up, his tone returning to calm and serious: "Let's go, it's time to see our little princess."
The snow and wind showed no sign of abating that afternoon in Anchorage.
Max drove her Subaru Outback, carrying Lin Yu'an, slowly towards the Arctic Biological Research Center.
Lin Yu'an quietly watched the scenery fleeting outside the window, his fingers unconsciously tapping on his knee, his thoughts already at the place they were about to reach.
He could vividly recall over a month ago, when he left, December's urgent howling.
