The black car door opened, and a figure clad in bright blue stepped out.
The little boy had a face as exquisite as a painting, his youthful features cold and emotionless.
As he approached, those glaze-colored eyes were like those of a deity, imbued with an indifferent sadness.
The light in his eyes shifted ever so slightly, the dominating aura of a superior being emerging naturally.
The bright blue clothes should have been eye-catching, but on him they carried an icy and solemn aloofness.
As if he were a snow lotus blooming alone on a snowy mountain in the deepest abyss,
Beautiful, yet chilling to the bone.
The crowd first stared uniformly at Jun Yan, then one by one, turned their gazes towards Yan Wang.
Two little boys of about the same age.
One with the depths of an abyss in his temperament, the other with a gaze as high, cold, and solitary as the moon above...
Such a perfect match!
Not only the guests on site, but even the barrage began to wildly ship them.
