The Sway and Slide of Love by Jean Song

Chapter 134 Chapter 134

When this question surfaced in Noelle's mind, she suddenly thought of the couple from the Swanson family. Facing them, she had asked herself this same question countless times.

But deep down, she had always known the answer. No matter how many disappointments she had endured, she couldn't help but cling to hope again once those wounds healed, until they smashed her heart to the ground and crushed it completely.

Yes, what was she hoping for? Was she hoping they would love her or that Hendrix would treat her differently? For the past two years, she hadn't been able to warm his heart-how could he possibly draw closer to her suddenly?

She had overestimated herself, or maybe she was just delusional.

It was just like the time when she was a child. She stood outside the school gate and stared at the old man running a cotton candy stall. On his stand were cotton candies in various colors and flavors.

At the time, she wanted so badly to have just one bite, but she had no money. So, all she could do was stand there and watch from afar. She did only that day after day, time and again.

perfectly well that even if she stood there until nightfall, the cotton candy on the stall would never belong to her. Yet, she

Perhaps the old man

of her

watched Yvonne take Hendrix's arm and disappear from her sight, she quietly turned around. The lunch

back to the hotel, she saw someone selling cotton candy by the roadside. The colors were Just as vibrant, but

watching for a long while before finally mustering the courage to buy herself one. She bought

the taste of artificial chemicals filled her

on the street and holding that stick of cotton candy, she suddenly wondered-how would her seven-year--old

she would be happy, no matter how poor the taste of the cotton candy might have been. That small joy and

cotton candy. The things out of reach remained forever unattainable, whether it was the cotton candy from her childhood or

moon would only appear for a single day. The fireworks in the sky or a mirage would also be fleeting. One wouldn't even need to reach out to touch it. When the time came, it would