The Supreme Soldier in the City

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.

"Big Brother Brown, you shouldn’t overthink it. I just enjoy doing this. Doing this makes me happy."

After giving James Brown the wind chime, Sarah said this before she left his office: This adorable girl, once in love, gave her whole heart, not even expecting anything in return.

There was a knock at the door. James Brown said, "Come in," and turned around as Sunny Nguyen pushed the door open and entered. The sound of the wind chimes immediately caught her attention. She walked straight to the window and said with a chuckle, "You know, James, it’s a bit girly for a grown man to have a wind chime in his office, isn’t it?"

In front of Sunny, James Brown had always been unburdened. Shaking his head with a sigh, he said, "Sarah gave it to me, she made it herself. Those shells are quite hard. To make the holes for the threads, her hands are all covered with pricks from the needle."

Sunny looked again at the wind chime. Suddenly, it seemed to be much more extraordinary. She turned to James Brown and remarked, "That is certainly an act of affection from the girl. The gift may be light, but the sentiment behind it is deeply felt."

James Brown lit a cigarette and said, "Exactly, and that’s why I feel uneasy now. I cannot be with her, and all her tender feelings for me—if I end up hurting her..."

Sunny sat beside James Brown, smiling slightly, "You still don’t understand a girl’s heart. When a girl falls in love, she often does so without looking back. And that kind of love is a form of happiness, even if she doesn’t get anything in return. When she recalls it later in life, it becomes the most significant color in her palette. Sure, being upfront with her will save a lot of trouble, but you will shatter a girl’s fantasies and expectations about love."

James Brown looked at Sunny and said, "You’re so clear about this; can you give me a suggestion?"