chapter 163 Aggressive

The young man was leaning against a locust tree, with one leg bent and the other straight. Between his lips, as thin as cinnabar, was a small leaf, playing a tune with a hint of melancholy in the melody.

Beatrice Camp stopped behind the young man and looked at his back. She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt a little sour in her nose. Every time she saw Jupiter Blake, he looked as cold as a knife. She had never seen him like this before.

"I failed in my tribulation,...