Melinda could not care less whether James was willing to listen to her melody. As she took a seat, she placed her slender fingers on the harp, gently plucking the strings of the harp. At that moment, a melodious tune reverberated throughout the area.

James was an unrefined brute who had no appreciation for music whatsoever. Even so, he could tell that the tune was melodious. From the sound of the harp, he could also sense melancholy and sadness. Soon, the song came to an end.

Melinda stopped a