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.

gentleness, attentiveness, and rebellious streak, but rarely had she witnessed him vulnerable like this. She couldn’t

looked like

just forlorn. It held a quiet hope, as if he were waiting for something from her. Before she even realized it, the

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

“It’s cold You

hers, the cold serped deep into her bones. Even his face had lost

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

of helplessness and grievance flashed in Wren’s eyes. He pulled out his phone and showed it to her. “It’s out of

off. She instinctively frowned and glanced back

across the sky. The rain didn’t look like it

is the last time. I’ll let you come inside to rest

years, a kindness she could never repay. She couldn’t just watch him sutter out in the rain and

more or live with

flicker of emotion passed through Wren’s eyes as

Clara turned to walk inside. “Come in ”