The time has reached the seventy-third day.
The harsh winter has thoroughly turned the Chilco Lakefront into a world cloaked in silver and white.
Today is a rare, clear day and also the day the crew comes to gather material.
Lin Yu'an set up the camera, not busying himself with usual chores, but instead, he took the rare chance to move a flat wooden stump and sat at the entrance of the stone shelter.
In his hand, he held a wooden bowl filled with hot pine needle tea, with his gaze distant, fixed on the snow-covered lake surface in the distance, lost in thought.
At that moment, an orange-red figure, like a flicker of flame on the snow, emerged from the treeline not far away.
It was the spiritually intelligent, trap-watching young red fox that dined on self-serve meals.
However, today, the little fox seemed noticeably off.
It stood about ten meters away from Lin Yu'an in the snow and stopped.
