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

edge of the pond. He crouched down anxiously, his eyes fixed on the two figures in the

the shore, John leaned forward, extending his hand. “Mr. Zachman, let me pell you up!

first,” Wren rasped, his voice strained as he pushed

that it pierced to the bone. Even dipping a hand in for a few seconds would leave it numb, let alone submerging one’s entire

John didn’t dare disobey. Without delay, he carefully grabbed Clara and litted her onto

ground and was about to turn back to help Wren when he saw Wren already pulling himself

to his knees beside dara, his

deathly

his heart had stopped. Terror gripped him,

teless state, panicked. “She’s drowned! We need to perform emergency first aid

Wren was already moving. His trembling bands checked her condition before he began administering CPR. Alternating between chest compressions and mouth–to–mouth

technique was precise, every motion practiced and deliberate. He had learned these life–saving

shaking uncontrollably, each movement was

moment like this.

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he wanted–the only thing he begged for–was for her to

lips neared hers, Clara suddenly twitched and coughed violently, expelling a large mouthful

quivered with