Clang.
On the fourth morning after leaving Christchurch, Shao Zifeng was jolted awake by a loud noise.
The Xuelong seemed to have been struck by a violent collision, its hull shaking incessantly.
Shao Zifeng quickly sat up and looked towards the porthole, only to see a white expanse of mist clouding the glass.
He carefully placed Qiuqiu, who was clinging to his chest, back into the bed covers.
Shao Zifeng threw off the blanket and approached the porthole; after wiping away the mist, the scene outside had changed dramatically from the day before.
The gloomy sky was overcast with low-hanging dense clouds, and the endless sea was dotted with dense white floating ice.
Unknown seabirds rested on the ice floes, curiously observing the Xuelong.
Before Shao Zifeng had a chance to check any information, the seabirds cried out and flew towards the distance, soaring freely between the sea and sky.
Hiss.
At that moment, the indoor broadcast started.
