past

Lighting up a cigarette, Acob Xiao took two puffs, revealing a sad expression that had never been seen since the days of the Four Young Masters of Jianghai. There was a bit of guilt, a bit of sadness, and even a bit of determination in it.
It was hard for Peter Li to imagine that such complex emotions would be mixed in Acob Xiao's eyes. Looking at this man who had accompanied him throughout his youth and was considered an older brother, his mind gradually recalled the happy times of the past...