Kapitel 397: 383 The seventh Calabash Brother

The little boy appeared to be only around four or five years old, looking even younger than her two sons.

Under his light brown, floppy hair, a pair of pale gray eyes shone like freshly mined gems.

Yan Yueqing was stunned at first glance—what a beautiful mixed-race child!

Although young, the contours of his facial features already showed some three-dimensional angles.

The faint gaze that glanced your way was long and curly at the lashes, painted-like, possessing a potent and vibrant beauty.

Mu Nian and Yan Wang did look a bit alike, both exemplifying the type with bold features yet cool countenances.

However, Yan Wang's eyes were dark and deep, as if covered with a protective film, making it very difficult to discern real emotions from the depths of his eyes.

Mu Nian was different.

His delicate light-colored eyes returned your gaze like a clear lake, its bottom visible at a single glance.

Clean, flawless.

It was an extreme kind of cleanliness and beauty.