Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 150

“The medication will be brought over soon. You don’t need to worry too much about your sister. She’s not in serious condition and just needs plenty of rest

“on the other hand, you don’t look so well yourself. Why not ask the doctor to prescribe something to prevent a cold? If your sister hasn’t recovered and you fall sick, it’ll be troublesome,” the nurse suggested

Ween sat down in the chair beside the bed and tucked the blanket carefully around Clara His voice was calm and distant as he replied, “I understand. Thank you.”

The nurse, who had only been working at the hospital for six months, wasn’t discouraged by his cold demeanor. She walked over, ensured the windows were tightly shut, then left to get a cup of hot water. When she returned, she handed it to him. “Drink this. It’ll help warm you up.”

Wren paused for a moment before taking the cup and setting it aside. “Thank you,” he said simply

Nothing he neither drank the water nor warmed his hands with it, the atmosphere in the room became a little awkward. The nurse, stuck on the night shift and unable to leave, felt the need to make conversation.

“You don’t seem like you’re from around here. What brings you to this town? You’re not here for sightseeing, are you?”

Wren’s brows furrowed slightly. He hadn’t expected the nurse to be so talathe. However, out of politeness and considering that clara still needed care at the hospital, he felt compelled to respond.

offering

again, the air

engaging in conversation, the nurse refrained from asking more

the doctor was efficient. Within a few minutes, he arrived

of Clara’s hand. He even attached

it out,” the doctor instructed, nodding toward the nurse. He then handed over a box of pills. “These are for her to take after she wakes up. And here’s a box of medicine for preventing colds. It’s for you. Don’t forget

everything, ensuring

stayed by the bedside, his eyes fixed on Clara

of cold seemed to seep through his body, like a chill

care of Clara After warming his hands, he gently placed his palm on Clara’s forehead. The icy coldness from earlier was gone, replaced by a worrying warmth.

eyes reddened as memories flooded his

whenever Clara tell ill, he had always stayed by her side. At those times, she would become especially fragile and clingy, refusing to let him leave even for a moment. Even in sleep, her small hand would instinctively seek

had to step out to take a call. Worried about disturbing her rest, he left the room quietly. By the time he returned, he heard her startled cries