The beautiful wind chime hung in front of James Brown's office window. As the breeze passed by, the seashells collided with each other, producing wave after wave of pleasant jingling. There was no rhythm, and many times the sounds were chaotic, but to James Brown, this was enchanting music, a love song.
James Brown was well aware that Sarah had feelings for him, but he never imagined that her affection would be so persistent, so intense. And Sarah's love never came with demands for anything in return; she silently gave and adored him without seeking anything back.
Looking at the wind chime, Robert Brown let out a soft sigh. Sarah was not lacking in any way; in fact, she was exceptionally good. Among all the girls he knew, aside from Emma Campbell, Sarah was definitely most suited to be a wife. But now, he didn't even dare to give Emma a sure promise, let alone drag Sarah into this too.
