On this day, Lin Yu'an didn't wake up from piercing cold or the howling wind.
He naturally opened his eyes in an absolute deep silence and warmth.
Inside the shelter, the light was dim, and the wood in the fireplace had long burned out.
But the thick stone walls and the roof's insulation layer still firmly locked in the heat from the previous night within this small space.
He reached out his hand and touched the wooden wall beside him. The touch was warm and moist, with none of the piercing cold from outside.
"Good morning, everyone." He spoke to the camera, his voice exceptionally clear due to a good night's sleep.
"This is my sixteenth day in Labrador, and it feels... fantastic."
"However, with passive traps no longer reliable, I must adopt a new food acquisition strategy!"
He stood up, stretched his muscles, walked to the corner's makeshift rack, and picked up the gloves hanging there from last night, now warm and dry from a night's baking.
