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The moment they stepped into the Ice Cave, a bone-chilling chill surged through their marrow, as if even their breath had crystallized into ice.
Surrounded by layers of translucent ice, the Ice Wall was smooth as a mirror, reflecting the faint flicker of the flashlight and casting an air of mystery and danger over the space. Luo Shanhe carried the unconscious Leng Fengyang on his back, his complexion pale and breathing weak; his safety had become the heaviest burden in that moment.
The interior of the Ice Cave was a complex maze, resembling a natural labyrinth where each passage seemed to lead into endless depths or abruptly ended before an ice waterfall. Above them loomed thick layers of ice, occasionally punctuated by the faint sound of cracking from afar—a silent warning from nature, reminding intruders to tread carefully with every step. The icy ground was treacherously slippery, requiring utmost caution with each movement, lest one slip into the abyss below.
A Yan held the flashlight, its beam dancing across the Ice Wall. Her gaze was resolute and vigilant as she scanned the path ahead, clearing a relatively safe route for Luo Shanhe. Her heart brimmed with awe for the unknown while also burning with a fierce determination for her team's safety.
As they ventured deeper, the temperature within the Ice Cave plummeted further; even their breaths felt like frost forming rapidly in the air, coating their clothes and skin. This extreme cold not only tested their endurance against frigid temperatures but also posed a severe challenge to their physical strength and willpower.
Though Luo Shanhe bore Leng Fengyang on his back, he gritted his teeth and pressed forward step by step, sweat mingling with beads of ice on his forehead without a single complaint. This was brotherhood.
Beyond the harshness of nature, other dangers lurked within the Ice Cave. In its deep tranquility, nothing was more unsettling than the icicles hanging from the vaulted ceiling. These icicles resembled meticulously crafted artworks of nature, each sharp and pointed, slowly descending from above to pierce the dark depths below—nature's swords guarding this forgotten realm.
Suddenly, a low roar echoed from deep within the ice layers. A small chunk of ice broke away, revealing a dark void beneath it, sending a chill rushing toward them. A Yan immediately recognized this as a sign of falling icicles; she quickly signaled Luo Shanhe to halt and cautiously retreated from this hidden trap.
In such an environment as the Ice Cave, being struck by an icicle was tantamount to a death sentence. Additionally, ancient ice crevices and holes might lie hidden beneath the surface like gaping maws waiting for unwary trespassers. These crevices were often concealed beneath layers of ice and difficult to detect; stepping into one could lead to unimaginable consequences.
"Lao Luo," A Yan said, "this area seems relatively dry; we should be able to start a fire here."
Venturing deeper into the heart of the Ice Cave, surrounded by biting chill and mottled ice crystals, A Yan's keen eyes caught sight of something unusual—a relatively dry corner sheltered from the wind that appeared to be a glimmer of warmth in this frigid world. She gently halted her steps; the dim light from her flashlight flickered in that shadowy space, illuminating a spot where they could rest briefly.
Luo Shanhe, panting heavily under the weight of unconscious Leng Fengyang, wore an expression filled with fatigue and worry. Hearing A Yan's suggestion eased his burden like lifting a thousand-pound weight off his shoulders. He slowly laid Leng Fengyang down in that dry spot and whispered, "This will do, A Yan. Hurry and treat A-Feng; his condition is worsening. I'll go find some dry wood to start a fire and warm him up."
After speaking, Luo Shanhe steeled himself, using the faint light from his flashlight to stumble around and search for dry twigs that could be used to start a fire. Although the Ice Cave was bone-chillingly cold, his heart burned with deep concern for his brother's safety, driving him to press on, determined to ignite a spark of hope for Leng Fengyang in this frozen desolation.
A Yan quickly began acupuncture treatment on Leng Fengyang. Her movements were both skilled and gentle; with each needle she inserted, she poured her heartfelt wish for her beloved's recovery into him. As A Yan worked with precision and care, the tension in Leng Fengyang's furrowed brow gradually eased, his breathing became steadier, and a subtle tranquility appeared on his face.
She spoke softly to him, as if each word was a warm breeze gently dispersing the chill and fear surrounding him. The air around them seemed to fill with affection due to her tenderness and meticulousness.
In the dim light, fueled by sheer willpower, Luo Shanhe finally discovered a pile of seemingly dried branches in one corner of the Ice Cave. Excitedly, he rushed over and carefully gathered them up. Despite his hands trembling from the cold, the flame in his heart blazed ever brighter.
Beside Leng Fengyang, Luo Shanhe quickly struck flint against the dry twigs, igniting them. The flames instantly illuminated the small space, casting light on the deepest hopes within the three of them. The flickering fire not only dispelled the surrounding cold but also seemed to shine a guiding light for them in this dire situation.
Bathed in the soft glow of the fire and the warmth brought by acupuncture, Leng Fengyang slowly opened his eyes, filled with deep gratitude for A Yan and Luo Shanhe. He attempted to sit up; although his body still felt weak, that stubborn determination made it impossible for him to remain asleep any longer. A Yan hurriedly stepped forward to steady him. They exchanged a smile that required no words—deep affection conveyed silently between them.
Seeing this, Luo Shanhe felt a sense of relief and said, "A-Feng, you’re tougher than you look. But next time, don’t be so reckless; you scared both me and A Yan half to death—especially A Yan. She’s been worried sick about you; you should really appreciate that."
After speaking, Luo Shanhe's gaze naturally shifted to A Yan. Following this gentle glance, Leng Fengyang also looked at her, his eyes brimming with gratitude and regret but more so with admiration. His sincere gaze made A Yan lower her head involuntarily, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.
Her eyes flickered uncertainly—sometimes glancing away and sometimes stealing looks at Leng Fengyang—her shyness and fluster reminiscent of delicate blossoms blooming in springtime, both tender and captivating. In this silent exchange, a subtle sweetness filled the air.
However, this peaceful moment was short-lived as a low, eerie hum emanated from deep within the Ice Cave, shattering their tranquility and sweetness. The ice surface began to tremble slightly as if something was stirring within the cave. Soon after, fine cracks appeared on the Ice Wall, slowly revealing a deep wormhole as the fissures widened.
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