My Killing President

Chapter 64 The Truth

Mu harrumphed light heartedly, “Well, not everyone was born with a silver spoon…”

“Huh?” Annabelle look perplexedly at him.

“It’s nothing, let’s go, I’ll bring you further up!”

Since Mu had no intention to talk, Annabelle didn’t pry because she respected his privacy.

Although the whole place seemed a little run down, but strangely enough everyone looked contented

and blissful. They were at peace with what they have and they were living in such cheerful atmosphere.

Sometimes life is really, really simple, but we insist to make it complicated. Too much unhealthy

comparisons, politics and covet had complicated our lives. To be content in one’s life is to know what to

overlook!

Annabelle was influenced by the peaceful tranquillity and she too, was radiating joy from inside out.

She grew up in A City but had never heard of this place.

She was thankful to Mu.

As they rambled around, Mu was peeking at her from time to time.

Her sparkling eyes, joyous smiles and excited hops… everything of hers was delighting.

If it were somebody else, they must be grumbling at the mucky place, right?

But not her, every emotion of hers was unadulterated and genuine. Mu thought to himself and smiled.

“Not too bad right?” He asked.

“Yeah!”

“Sometimes less is more. And it is the same with designing.” Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Annabelle nodded like a little girl. Simplicity can be harder than complex, especially for them who lived

in the city, constantly being bombarded by convoluting information. Even their minds would become

entangled.

So that was quite the word of wisdom, less is more.

Annabelle suddenly stopped and stared at Mu, “Mr. Mu, what’s gotten into you today?”

“What?”

“Today you speak like a philosopher, your words were quite sensible!”

“Because I am wise and knowledgeable.” Mu flared his nose with pride.

“……”

Sometimes it was difficult to even give compliments…

Can you explain to me once and for all why do you admire yourself so much?

Annabelle could barely swallow her comment and just gave the narcissist an eye-roll.

Out of the blue, Annabelle quickened her steps to an accessories stall. Her eyes twinkled as she saw a

carmine coral bracelet.

She put it on and it contrasted beautifully on her fair wrist.

“Nice?” She turned her head back to ask Mu.

“Yeah, not bad!”

The seller was a lively middle-aged lady, she cheerfully praised, “Young lady, it look cute on you!

Although these things are not pricey goods, but they were all locally handmade!”

Annabelle smiled manneredly back at her, “Hi aunty, may I know how much is it?”

“Fifteen dollars!”

“Okay!”

The bracelet was decent at best but Annabelle didn’t mind at all, she withdrew the cash notes and

handed them over with both hands.

“Thanks!”

“Welcome!”

And she turned away from the stall to Mu happily, “Let’s go!”

“Do you like it?” Mu suddenly asked.

“Looks good on me, no?”