"You... you are... baby, you are the baby..." Sylvia stared at Lily Gray, her lips trembling.
Lily Gray also looked at her steadily.
This beautiful young woman who suddenly appeared had a pair of peach blossom eyes that were very similar to Bella Scott's.
However, her temperament was different from Bella's gentle demeanor.
The woman in front of her had slightly more upturned eyes, exuding an ultimate charm.
Her beauty was not vulgar, but elegant and radiant.
Lily Gray looked at the young woman's waterfall-like black hair, delicate red lips, and sparkling peach blossom eyes, suddenly feeling breathless.
Too beautiful!
It was a high-end, stunning beauty.
And such a beauty, unexpectedly, had a pair of eyes that were very similar to her own.
Lily Gray could almost imagine that she might look like this in ten years.
"Baby, you really are my baby!" Sylvia suddenly covered her mouth, as pearl-like tears rolled down from her eyes one by one.
