The aurora is something you encounter by chance, not by seeking.
For a week straight, Shen Bijun and Chu Yanshen had not caught a glimpse of the aurora.
But neither of them was in a rush.
Lying leisurely in her insulated tent, Shen Bijun rested her hands behind her head and gazed up at the sky, "What do you think, if we don't see the aurora next week, do we keep waiting?"
"We wait," Chu Yanshen responded, his complexion better than before after a week of rest, "Even if it takes a lifetime, it would be worth it."
Shen Bijun glanced at him, "Aren't you worried about the three little ones at home?"
"What's there to worry about?" Chu Yanshen smiled, "As long as they don't bully others, it would be a victory worth singing about."
Shen Bijun: "..."
The two continued to chat while looking up at the sky.
After a while, Chu Yanshen suddenly said, "Do you... think of Song Chen?"
Do I think of Song Chen?
Shen Bijun was taken aback.
