Splash.
The endless waves, carrying the ice, hit against the dock, spraying water accompanied by foam that retreated back to the sea, then repeated the cycle.
Several unidentified seabirds shuttled through the low lying clouds, emitting shrill cries.
"Does Antarctica also have a winter?" Shao Zifeng suddenly asked.
Cang Haiyuan's entire body was tucked into his down jacket, the zipper pulled up high, only revealing his eyes.
He glanced at Shao Zifeng and retorted in a stuffy voice, "Don't you know?"
Shao Zifeng shook his head, admitting that he really did not know much about Antarctica. In another dimension, as a homebody, his biggest interests besides attending class were playing the lottery and climbing with pets.
Antarctica was too remote for the likes of him, a mere mortal. In his rigid impression, Antarctica was always covered with thick layers of ice and snow—an impression hard to break without a deeper understanding.
