My Killing President

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.

must be

of hers was unadulterated and genuine. Mu thought to

too bad right?” He

“Yeah!”

is more. And it is the same

can be harder than complex, especially for them who lived in the

the word of wisdom, less

stared at Mu, “Mr. Mu, what’s gotten into

“What?”

a philosopher, your

and knowledgeable.” Mu flared his

“……”

it was difficult

to me once and for

comment and just gave the

an accessories stall. Her eyes twinkled as she

put it on and it contrasted beautifully

She turned her head back to ask