Icy Flame in the Depths of the Labyrinth

Ling Yanxin never imagined her legs would be crippled by an elaborately rigged trap—and that the culprit, pro hero Cheng Yan, would be crouched right in front of her, wrapping her wounds with a face utterly void of expression. One, a vengeful and cunning villain; the other, a tactical genius as cold as ice. The two had clawed and fought their way into a cave-in, and now they were trapped deep within a labyrinth, with only one path to survival: cooperation. Cheng Yan's calculation was pitiless—strip her of the ability to flee, and he could force her compliance. But when he saw Ling Yanxin break down into heaving sobs, murmuring over and over that she had "ruined my chance to marry," a crack—imperceptible yet undeniable—fissured those eyes that had never once wavered.