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.

he looked at her–be looked like a

a quiet hope, as if he were waiting for something from her. Before she even realized it, the umbrella in her hand had tilted

out here? Wren stood up from the ground and

knit sweater “It’s cold You should

reminded herself not to 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 if she let him out there, would

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

out his phone and showed it

paused, noticing his phone had turned off. She instinctively frowned and glanced back out into

lightning occasionally flashed across the

to rest for the night.

for 15 years, a kindness she could never repay. She couldn’t just watch him sutter out in the rain and do nothing.

didn’t want to owe him more or

emotion passed through

he agreed, Clara turned to walk