The moment the soft fur touched the skin of his palm, an indescribable sensation, like a warm current, struck the deepest part of Lin Yu'an's heart.
Lin Yu'an could feel the subtle outlines of its bones beneath the skin and its almost imperceptible weak body temperature.
He smiled gently, moving more delicately, scratching the little one's chin with his fingers.
The little bear squinted its eyes comfortably, making a "gurgling" sound in its throat, even rolling over to expose its defenseless furry belly.
Lin Yu'an whispered to the little one who seemed to understand him: "Welcome to my home. You'll need to hang on until they come."
He knew that the immediate priority was to raise its body temperature and create a food source it could digest and absorb.
Simple warmth can only delay death; only energy can reverse this process.
"For a two-month-old polar bear cub, its staple food is nothing but mother's milk with over 30% fat content."
