People had long forgotten the feeling of the last time the sun rose above the ice sheet—it felt distant, so distant that it blurred in their memory.
They witnessed an entire polar night, and now witnessed the light rise again, which was truly exhilarating.
In the first hall of the Wilderness Club, the crowd was bustling, with everyone standing up, eyes fixed on the screen, biting down on that streak of purple light, regardless of the pressure from people behind, resembling the majestic scene of climbing Mount Tai in the middle of the night to watch the sunrise.
The number of viewers in the live broadcast kept climbing, and at some point, the promotional images had transformed into the same earth, the same starry sky, the same purple light, as if nearly ten million people were simultaneously witnessing the magnificent Arctic sunrise.
In the barrage, everyone spoke their minds, their eyes filled with anticipation, nervous yet excited—they had been waiting for nearly a hundred days!