Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 160

No one knew how much time had passed when Wren, leaning against the side of the bed, drifted off into a light sleep

On the hospital bed, Clara suddenly began breathing rapidly. Her face timed ashen, her eyes remained tightly shut, and her brow furrowed deeply Beads of sweat formed on her forehead.

In her dream, she seemed to be falling into an abyss. Darkness surrounded her, and icy water engulfed her, surging up and swallowing her whole.

Her clothes clung to her body, entangling her limbs and constraining her movements. They drapped her downward, deeper and deeper.

She tried to cry for help, but as soon as she opened her mouths, a rush of icy water poured in, suffocating her. The choking sensation spread from her chest, robbing her of

strength

Her consciousness began to fade. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself sitting inside acar

Locking around at the familie yet distant decorations in the car, Clara froze. Her pupils trembled in disbelief as her eyes locked onto the couple seated in the front row. Warm tears welled up and streamed down her face.

She wanted to speak, but her body trembled, and no sound escaped her lips. She was terrified that everything before her was nothing more than a fleeting dream.

warmth “Clarey, do you like the painting Mommy worked on today? When it’s finished how about we hang it in your room?

you say you wanted to enter that painting into a competition?

Clarey Wilding at? She even said she wants to learn to

in the future. If Clarey wants to leam, I’ll buy you all the tools you need and hire the best

two familiar faces, Clara’s tears flowed

and choked out, “Dad, Mom..”

had been chatting and Laughing, acted as if they didn’t hear her at

and in an instant, her expression turned to one of sheer panic and

shouted, “Dad, stop the car!”

there was a loud bang, and the world spun. Everything went

When her awareness returned, she found herself kneeling in

heavy slap landed on her face, the sharp sound echoing throughout

trembling finger at her, her bloodshot

of bad luck! It’s your fault my son is dead. It she hadn’t gone to that godforsaken place to paint some

are you the one who survived? They died protecting you!