The cold of the mountain is more bitter than the cold of loneliness. In the heart of this relentless cold, a mother and her orphaned child search for warmth in a damp and dark cave. Their faces are red from the cold, and the child's small hands, nestled in the mother's trembling hands, are looking for a warm shelter. The firewood gathered by the mother's tired and callused hands may be their only hope for survival in the long, cold nights. But are these exhausting efforts enough? Can this suffering mother provide a safe and warm shelter for her innocent child with such meager means? Amidst this darkness and despair, the humanitarian aid of the operator brings a bright light and renewed ho...