Your Love Is But a Dream

Wren's smile froze and gradually faded. His eyes turned red, and he curled his lips into a sad smile.

Suddenly, he turned around and patted Clara's head. "But I'm still Wren."

His voice was gentle, and he looked at her just like how he did ten years ago— loving, gentle, and complex. And now, it was mixed with melancholy and loneliness.

"I know you don't want to forgive me, nor do you want to see me. If not for Katrina, you would've treated me like a stranger, too, right?

"But Clara, our past cannot be erased even if not for Katrina. We've lived together like a family for so many years.

"Isn't it more important to regard each other as family, even if there are no romantic feelings?"

Clara's gaze hung low as she gripped the bedsheets to control her emotions. Although she did not let her emotions out, her heart trembled.

Regardless of her feelings for Wren or companionship in the past, she had to agree with him. There was nothing she could say to refute it.

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