Even in May, as the enduring frost of the Arctic Circle began to thaw and seep into the ground, it brought with it endless vitality.
Bi Fang and Étienne stood by the lake at noon. Even in the Arctic Circle, the weather was not cold, and they both wore only a light shirt, each holding a fishing spear in their hands, scanning the area, clearly in search of today's lunch.
"Why do I feel like you've changed?" Étienne glanced at Bi Fang from time to time. He hadn't noticed anything the night before, but looking at Bi Fang today, he sensed something was different from the live broadcast two days ago.
It was hard to pinpoint exactly what was different... Was he... handsomer?
"Maybe it's because I've come down from Mount Everest and rested for two days, so I've gotten fairer," Bi Fang didn't expect Étienne to be so perceptive, and with a laugh, he quickly changed the subject.