"What do you think is the most beautiful thing in the world, Mr. Atticus?" I asked him, walking in the sand and his eyes flickered to me. They stayed on my face for a few second before he cleared his throat.
"Other than money?" He asked me and I couldn't help but chuckle at how he valued money so much. Not that, anybody could hate money but still, that wasn't the thing I was asking him.
"Yes, other than money." I confirmed and he chuckled softly, shaking his head. Something about him at that moment felt so different than his usual, cold self.
"I'm not very sure of that, Miss Wilson. It's been a while I have surrounded myself with things I feel is beautiful. But if you still insist, I like music. When I walk on roads, sometimes in the shops or malls, and I hear music, I feel happy." H
