Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 116

An umbrella appeared, shielding Wren from the rain. His eyelashes fluttered slightly as he slowly turned to look behind him

That familiar, delicate face came into view.

When’s throatrightened, and his voice came out hoarse as he said, “Clara__”

clara looked at him, all drenched and utterly miserable. She tied the umbrella toward him, her fingers tightening around the handle.

“Why are you still here?

Her face was backdit by the dim light, making it hard to read her emotions

Wren’s gaze dimmed, and he turned away, staring out into the pitch–black wildemess, his entire posture radiating desolation and loneliness.

Clara’s prp on the umbrella tightened. Seeing him like this stirred something deep within her.

his gentleness, attentiveness, and rebellious streak, but rarely had she witnessed him vulnerable like this. She

looked like a stray dog, lost and

hope, as if he were waiting for

out here? Wren stood up from the ground and gently adjusted the

sweater “It’s cold

soften, but when his fingers brushed against hers, the cold serped deep into her bones. Even his face had lost some color from the chill She wondered

at night. If you don’t want to freeze or get sick, you should contact someone

of helplessness and grievance flashed in Wren’s eyes. He pulled out his phone and showed

noticing his phone had turned off. She instinctively

low rumble of thunder echoed in the distance, and lightning occasionally flashed across the sky. The rain didn’t look like it would

back to Wren. “This is the last time. I’ll let you come inside to rest for the night. Tomorrow morning, I’ll take you to the town to catch a ride.

repay. She couldn’t just

him more or live with

A flicker of emotion passed through

to walk