Buried Alive In an Ancient Tomb, I No Longer Love Him

My fiancé and I were both members of an archaeological team.

Just because his pure love wanted to see what an ancient tomb looked like.

He broke the rules and secretly took people down into the tomb at night.

I chased after them, only to find they had accidentally triggered a mechanism inside.

In that critical moment, my fiancé tightly grasped his pure love's hand and escaped the tomb.

Trapped inside, I could only plead with him desperately over the radio:

"Quickly report the situation to the team leader and request a rescue."

But he scolded me: "Stop pretending! If I report this, getting disciplined is the least of our worries. Melody could face criminal charges! Be more understanding and don't try to hurt her on purpose!"

"Melody's injured. I'm taking her to the hospital now. Get yourself out of there quickly!"

What he didn't know was that I had just injured my leg trying to save him.

And his pure love had seized the opportunity to shove me into the deepest chamber of the tomb, sealing off my escape route.