Marshall stormed out of his room. Water was still dripping down from his hair. From his countenance,
one could easily tell that he was not in a good mood. Quickening his pace from his room to the
elevator, it only took a few steps to get there. At the moment he made it to the front of the elevator, he
found that the elevator had already reached the first floor. Then, he had no choice but to impatiently
strike the button and wait for it with his eyebrows twisted.
After a while, he went out of the elevator and rushed to the seashore. There were still groups of people
hung around by the sea. Some were couples, took the advantage of the dim light, would fall into such
romantic atmosphere and kissed each other. They were exactly the targets of Marshall. However, he
failed to pick up Katherine from those couples.
He laid his tongue right on his molar, flashing back those old memories in his mind: after grandpa had
passed away, Marshall had promised over and over again that he would take good care of Katherine
for the rest of his life.
'I'm just sticking to my promise.' Thinking to himself, Marshall walked onwards to the seaside a little
further away.
With sea wind tenderly stroke on their face, Katherine and the singer was talking by the seaside.
The singer was a traveller. He had been to many places, and said he would settle down if he found the
place was good enough for him, although he might soon leave and set for his journey again if he'd
gotten tired of the place.
"Why don't you find yourself a job and lead a more steady life?" Katherine embraced and asked.
"Maybe I'm just still waiting for the one whom I would like to do so with." Laughed the singer, and
turned to Katherine, "Tell me, is the man really your brother?"
Katherine shook her head, "No, he is just a friend of mine who came here for work. For me, I'm here
for…"
Hesitated for a few seconds, she lowered down her head and smiled awkwardly, "I'm here for self-
healing. I just got divorced."
Finally, she spoke out of the pain and sorrow hidden deep underneath her, which she wished to share
with someone else so eagerly.
Katherine’s words stunned the singer. He looked at her in surprise and said, "I never thought that you
had been married since you looked so young." He then continued, "But why? Why did you guys got
divorce? Who should be to blame for that?"
Katherine shook her head again, "No. There is no one to blame for that, and the answer is quite simple,
he has never loved me, and thus I chose to let him go." She turned to the singer and smiled.
For a while, the singer was choked up and failed to say any words. After a while, he took out his guitar,
and said, "How about I sing you a song? Since music is always better than words."
His words reminded Katherine of the warm and gentle English song that she heard in the bar, in which
she really enjoyed it. She then nodded and said, "Why not? Just go ahead."
The singer took his seat at a big rock nearby, toned his guitar and started to sing.
Katherine, stood aside, was looking at the surface of the sea, letting the sea wind blew her face and
mess up her hair.
Although the singing sound of the singer was not so clear for her in the middle of the howling sea wind,
the atmosphere still caused her to raise an unspeakable melancholy inside.
For so many things she had been through in her life, those bad things were counted the most.
However, she had never cried even for once since she was not the sort of person who vented her
sadness by crying.
But now, she just failed to control her emotions and tears slowly shed from her eyes.
She soon wiped her eyes and smiled, "Forgive me, it seems that sand has gotten into my eyes. It really
makes my eyes itches."
The singer looked at her, stopped for a while and continued.
Marshall, stood not far away, was looking at all this in eyes, stood by the seaside, Katherine was
slightly bending her back with hands covered her face, looked so slim, delicate and helpless.
While he didn't acknowledge there was also a man sitting by her side.
Katherine cried out with her shoulder uncontrollably shuddering, but the sea wind was so loud that
Marshall could hardly hear her crying voice.
Marshall was still standing not far away and looked at Katherine.
The singer had finished his song. He stood up and got close to Katherine, "Though I've got nothing to
wipe your tears, you can use my sleeve, if you don't mind." He then reached out his arms.
Katherine wiped her tears quickly and spread a smile on her face, "It's OK. The sea wind has dried
them up."
The singer looked into Katherine, and sighed.
Katherine sorted out her hair and then turned around, "Thanks to your song, I'm feeling a lot better…!"
She was stunned, looking at Marshall standing not far away.
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