Are you alright?" Shen Jiyu asked, his voice unconsciously taking a gentle voice.
However, it did not seem to placate the youth as he seemed more terrified, backing into the tree as if wishing it could swallow him.
Shen Jiyu frowned and he bent down to look at the youth. The youth was skinny and the baggy, grey robe he wore gave him a very pitiful look. He kept his head bowed low and didn't speak. His hair covered his face like a curtain, making him unable to see the expression on his face, he could only tell from the minute tremble of the youth's body that he was scared of him.
Shen Jiyu did not know how to comfort people and the quiet, timid person in front of him made him feel distressed.
He extended his hand and the boy suddenly lifted his head, staring fixedly at the hand in front of him. Shen Jiyu finally saw the boy's appearance.
