C182 The Sickly Youth

He's like a kid, swinging his legs, looking forward.

His long bangs almost covered half of his forehead, and even his eyes were covered by them.

His slightly dark eye sockets made his grayish-brown eyes become deeper and deeper.

At this moment, a few figures suddenly appeared behind him.

"Sir." They respectfully said.

Xia Jie, however, still looked forward with a hint of naivety in his eyes