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Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 145
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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 cto 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 muster 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.

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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 John had already parked the car and rushed to the edge of the pond. He crouched down anxiously, his eyes fixed on the two figures in the water.

As Wren neared the shore, John leaned forward, extending his hand. "Mr. Zachman, letpell you up! "Take her first," Wren rasped, his voice strained as he pushed Clara toward John John hesitated for a moment, worry 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 entire body for so long But John didn't dare disobey. Without delay, he carefully grabbed Clara and litted her onto the shore as gently as possible, He laid her down on the ground and was about to turn back to help Wren when he saw Wren already pulling himself out of the water.

Wren collapsed to his knees beside dara, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Clara was completely unresponsive. Her face was deathly pale and tinged with faint blue.

When felt as though his heart had stopped. Terror gripped him, suffocating and unrelenting John, sering Clara's teless state, panicked. “She's drowned! We need to perform emergency first aid immediately!" Before John could finish speaking, Wren was already moving. His trembling bands checked her condition before he began administering CPR. Alternating between chest compressions and mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, he worked methodically.

His technique was precise, every motion practiced and deliberate. He had learned these life-saving skills in the past, preparing Although his hands were shaking uncontrollably, each movement was steady and exact a moment like this.

gforan In that moment, nothing else 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 else muttered.

He leaned down to administer another round of CPR. Just as his lips neared hers, Clara suddenly twitched and coughed violently, expelling a large mouthful of water. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open.

"Cara?" When's voice quivered with uncontrollable emotion.

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The mere two minutes that had passed felt like an eternity. Every second had dragged on, as if titself had frozen.

He stared at her unblinkingly, terrified that her awakening was nothing more than a cruel illusion.

Clara heard a familiar voice echo in her ears, but her vision was clouded, O as though shrouded by a layer of mist. She could make out a figure in front of her, but her mind couldn't piece together who it was She tried to open her mouth to speak, but instead, she coughed up another mouthful of icy water.

Wren instinctively reached out to support her, but before his before his handm could steady her, Clara's body went limp, and she tainted once again. "Clara? Clara!" Wren's blood turned to ice in an instant. His face drained of color, pale as the snow around them.

He reached out with trembling hands to check her pulse. Feeling the faint, steady rhythm beneath his fingertips, he let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. The tight grip of panic on his chest eased slightly "To the hospital," Wren commanded, his voice filled with urgency and resolve.