Chapter 290: Polar Tourism (cont.)

Bronya was not flustered in the slightest. There was not even the faintest ripple in her emotions. After all, she was Russian and had carried out all kinds of missions in the snowy wilderness of Siberia. Coming here felt like coming home.

The Arctic Circle.

The supplies dropped down: a dark crimson cargo sled. The items inside were covered with cloth, leaving no clue as to what they were.

Was it a surprise?

Bronya looked forward to it greatly.

She was wearing a pale blue fleece-lined coat, its seams decorated with long white fur, resembling a pilot jacket of some sort. Only the dark yellow Homu scarf added a touch of childishness to Bronya. Amid the ice and snow, her skin was as creamy white as condensed milk, seeming to glimmer with starlight beneath the illumination.

Zhao Bai, on the other hand, was dressed rather casually.

He wore a bright yellow outdoor jacket from the trendy brand [Superdry], winter clothing Amber had casually prepared for him. At first glance, its design looked quite simple, but the longer Zhao Bai looked at it, the more something felt off. Wasn't this just a Meituan delivery jacket with those four words removed?

Am I delivering takeout in the Arctic?

Putting ski blades on a cargo cart truly was not a wise choice. Zhao Bai had originally planned to set up camp right where they were.

Taking out and switching on a high-intensity white searchlight, Zhao Bai began working diligently.

He started by digging a pit.

Bronya sat in the crook of Heavy Cannon Rabbit's arm, silently watching the man who was happily digging a snow pit. Large chunks of snow flew out, sliding off his outdoor jacket without leaving any trace.

Mm...

The same snowfield, the same polar night, yet the people and