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 so three-dinsional 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 extre kind of cleanliness and beauty.
The boy beside him must be Mu Nian’s brother ntioned in WeChat ssages. He didn’t resemble the little one; his features were of the more common Hua Country type with not a hint of mixed heritage.
Even so, the two brothers sitting together were still quite eye-catching.
Upon their arrival, the boy stood up and approached them, "Hello, I am Mu Tianxing, this is my younger brother Mu Nian."
Mu Nian sat quietly on the chair, showing no intention of getting up to greet them.
His expression was extrely well-behaved.
Mu Tianxing invited everyone to sit, speaking in a very humble tone, "I’m sorry, my brother is a bit special and might not be able to communicate normally with everyone."
His reaction quite surprised everyone.
Mu Tianxing continued, "My brother... has autism, and he’s always lived in his own world. We’ve tried for a long ti and only managed to get him to respond to his own na for now. As for communicating with you all... I’m afraid that’s not possible."
"Autism?" Yan Yueqing paused, "But Niannian seems no different from ordinary people."
Mu Tianxing gave a wry smile, "Thank you, Big Boss Yue, for your complint, it’s just a sha... he probably can’t even understand your praise."
Indeed, aside from the initial motion of raising his hand, Mu Nian soon beca quiet again.
The little fellow sat holding a black cara in his lap, not uttering a word.
The shadow of his long lashes cast over his eyelids, reminiscent of the subtly moving bamboo forests of Tanbian, harboring a kind of serene beauty.
No matter what Mu Tianxing said, Mu Nian kept sitting on the soft sofa, like an exquisite porcelain doll.
Yan Yueqing felt a tinge of regret, "I don’t know much about autism, but I have a friend who specializes in this field, shall I consult with him?"
She wasn’t being polite.
Yan Wang used to be silent too, although Old Master Yan later admitted—he taught his treasured grandson to stay quiet and play dumb, publicly claiming it was autism.
But during those years in the hospital, to maintain appearances, Old Master Yan indeed brought in many experts for consultations.
Yan Yueqing genuinely had their contact information!
Teacher Jiang also spoke to her about Yan Wang’s psychological issues after arriving in Hua Country.
Regardless, she was always sowhat concerned for the little fellow who’d been alone in the hospital for so many years.
If needed, the Jiang Family had professors specializing in the field, and Teacher Jiang could arrange for soone to co at any ti.
At the ti, Yan Yueqing felt it was unnecessary.
Wangwang’s condition wasn’t typical autism, and instead of seeing doctors and taking dicine, he needed more companionship.
The case with Mu Nian was different.
He was entirely lost in his own world, occasionally reacting to the outside, and if possible, involving experienced doctors might prove effective.
Mu Tianxing shook his head regretfully, "We’ve had many doctors co to our house, even so traditional Chinese dicine practitioners who were considered to be very good..."
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