At dawn on the second day, before the sky was fully bright, Lin Yu'an heard the sound of a zipper from the tent next door.
He opened his eyes and saw a thin layer of frost on the tent's inner wall.
When he stepped out of the tent, Stan and George had already started packing their gear.
Stan and George's movements were highly efficient, years of wilderness experience having turned these tedious processes into instinct.
A night of rest didn't completely dispel the tiredness on their faces, but their eyes remained exceptionally determined.
"How did you sleep, kid?" Stan asked as he forcefully stuffed the sleeping bag into a compression sack.
"Not bad, just a bit cold," Lin Yu'an replied.
Old George said nothing, standing at the edge of the camp with binoculars, observing for a long time.
He put down the equipment, turned around, and said to the two, "The wind has changed, it's a good sign. Today we go straight over this ridge and try our luck on the east slope."
