The beautiful wind chime hung in front of Li Yifei's office window. When the breeze blew, the shells knocked against each other, making a series of pleasant chimes that lacked rhythm, and even often sounded chaotic. But to Li Yifei, it was like a beautiful piece of music, a love song of affection.
Li Yifei was very much aware that Michelle liked him, but he never expected her affection to be so persistent, so intense, and Michelle's love never came with any expectations or demands for anything in return. She just silently gave, silently liked.
Looking at the string of wind chimes, Li Yifei let out a soft sigh. Michelle was not bad; in fact, she was very good. Out of the girls he knew, aside from Su Yiyi, Michelle was indeed the most suitable to be a wife. But at present, he didn't even dare to give Su Yiyi a definitive promise, let alone want Michelle to get involved too.
