Bai Zhi'er widened her almond-shaped eyes.
Dead?
Nobody can just die in front of her without Zhi Bao's permission!
The little one immediately squatted down, stretched out her chubby hand, wanting to touch the boy's wrist.
Bai Yaoyu grabbed her fingertip: "Don't touch! He's dead, be careful not to catch a disease!"
Bai Zhi'er pouted: "Third Brother, how can I know if he's really dead if I don't touch?"
"You know how to check a pulse?"
"Hmm... Sort of."
Bai Yaoyu released her hand.
He remembered when he was little, his mother, Princess Consort Kang, always praised his second aunt Jing Jia endlessly.
He had heard she could bring people back to life and her medical skills were superb.
Bai Zhi'er's small hand placed expertly on the boy's wrist.
She had a faint pinkish-white glow that others couldn't see, spreading outward in ripples with the little one at the center.
Though he wasn't dead, he still had more than eighty years of life expectancy.
