"January 30, 2021, the weather in the Ross Sea remained gloomy; I don't know when it started, but there no longer seems to be a distinction between day and night here. Life on the ship is dull, but the thought of seeing the magnificent scenery of Antarctica in two days makes it all feel worthwhile."
In the lower cabin of the Yermak, the air was murky, with water seeping from the ceiling in the darkness, creating a clear dripping sound.
On the single bed, Zhang Erya curled up in the corner, her slender and fair fingers dancing on her smartphone screen, the dim light casting a unique beauty on her distinct features.
After editing the message, she paused for a moment then stuffed the phone under her pillow.
Having done all this, Zhang Erya sighed deeply and silently watched the dark clouds through the porthole.
The room was quiet except for the sound of ice breaking.
Thud thud!
At that moment, someone suddenly knocked on the cabin door.
