After dinner, the Wind-Rolling Grass Company's installation contractors moved into the small cabins, the construction crew workers into the shipping containers, and the Kivalina logging residents returned to their reindeer hide tents.
Even Jenny and the others were thrilled to move into their own little cabins.
Only Feng Shan, with Nash, rode the snowmobile back to the bus.
The camp had just been filled with laughter and the clamor of voices, but now all that remained was the whistling wind. An inexplicable sense of loss welled up in Feng Shan's heart.
Under the moonlight, the empty camp was bathed in a cold glow, looking especially silent and desolate.
'It's easy to go from simplicity to luxury, but hard to go from luxury back to simplicity!'
Feng Shan finally understood why Frank had chosen those five people for him.
He was afraid that if Feng Shan stayed in the Crown Territory for too long with only Nash, he would become as taciturn as Nash.
"Nash, this is all your fault!"
