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

Wren neared the shore, John leaned forward, extending his hand. “Mr.

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

etched across his face. He had seen everything He knew Wren was nearing his limit. The frigid pond water was so cold that it pierced to the bone. Even dipping a hand in for a few seconds would leave it numb, let alone submerging one’s

Without delay, he carefully grabbed Clara and litted her onto the shore as gently as possible,

turn back to help Wren

beside dara, his body trembling

was deathly pale and

had stopped. Terror gripped him, suffocating

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

His trembling bands checked her condition before he began administering CPR. Alternating

deliberate. He had learned these

each movement was steady and exact

moment like this.

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mattered to Wren. The only thing he wanted–the only thing he begged for–was for her to survive. As long as she lived, nothing

suddenly twitched and coughed violently, expelling a large mouthful

quivered with uncontrollable