A String of Purple Wind Chimes

A purple wind chime had always hung by Wen Fei's window. Countless times, he woke from a dream and gazed at it, because it held so many beautiful memories of him and Huimin. They were neighbors. Huimin had started liking Wen Fei when she was nine, and by thirteen, the young girl, just beginning to understand love, had secretly fallen for him. As she grew into a graceful young woman, he remained in her heart. He had held her hand countless times, and she was the girl he had kissed more than anyone else. He had held her close as they strolled along woodland paths on countless dusky afternoons. On many summer nights, she would nestle warmly in his arms as they shared wonderful rural romance stories...

They had loved each other deep within the passage of time, waiting to share a happy life together. Through Huimin's long years of waiting, she believed this was love, not a childish infatuation or a moth flying into a flame. Seventeen years later, when Huimin stood before Wen Fei, she had entered his heart, but he still couldn't marry her. And then...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.