Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter145

Asultorating sense of despair threatened to drown her

Her hands and feet were bound by the weight of her soaked clothing leasing Clara completely drained of strength. Her consciousness grew hazy and scattered as her body sank deeper and deeper into the icy abyss

At that moment, a car screeched to a stop. Before it had even come to a halt, a dark figure shot out of the vehicle.

Seeing Clara vanishing beneath the surface, When didn’t hesitate Without a second thought, he dove into the freezing water, swimming toward her with all the speed he could

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As her figure disappeared below, he plunged into the frigid water, his eyes desperately scanning the dark, murky depths for any trace of her.

The pond at night was shrouded in complete darkness. There was no light and visibility. Finding someone under such conditions seemed impossible.

But Wren couldn’t afford to waste a single second. He surfaced briefly for air before diving back to the freezing depths, determined to find Clara.

Finally, his hand brushed against hers. In that moment, it felt as though he had grasped something irreplaceable. He pulled her into his arms, clutching her tightly, and began swimming toward the shore with all the strength he had left.

The edges of the pond were coated with a thin layer of ice. The freezing water bit into his skin, piercing his very bones. Wren’s strength was almost entirely depleted, but he refused to let go of Clara’s hand. He had only one thought–she had to live

the edge of the pond. He crouched down anxiously, his

shore, John leaned forward, extending his

Wren rasped, his voice strained as he pushed Clara

cold that it pierced to the bone. Even dipping a hand in for a few seconds would leave

Clara and litted her onto the shore as gently as

about to turn back to help Wren

knees beside dara, his body trembling uncontrollably.

unresponsive. Her face was deathly pale and

felt as though his heart had stopped. Terror gripped him, suffocating and

sering Clara’s teless state, panicked. “She’s drowned! We

condition before he began administering CPR. Alternating between chest compressions and mouth–to–mouth resuscitation, he worked

was precise, every motion practiced and deliberate. He

hands were shaking uncontrollably, each movement was steady

moment like

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else mattered to Wren. The only thing he wanted–the only thing he begged for–was

neared hers, Clara suddenly twitched and coughed violently, expelling a large mouthful of water.

voice quivered with uncontrollable emotion.