"Is the kid a grandpa? He has white hair…" Par-chan continued to poke the unconscious boy with a stick as he lay on the wooden floor. The two children who discovered them pulled him into the hut.
"Perhaps genetically, but let him be, he appears to be in pain," Li Shun shrugged, keeping a tight eye on the large long black bag they were guarding.
They promptly transported the real Aruka to the house hut in the forest behind the mansion after exchanging it for a fake one and waited for their younger sister and mama to arrive.
"Arghh..." the small child struggled to breathe, his hands clasped on his chest and his vision blurred.
"Is he dying?" Par-chan frowned as she poked the small boy's cheeks with her stick.
As he nibbles his thumbnail, Li Shun frowns and seems a little apprehensive. He remained silent and waited.
"H-hel-p..." the small child whispered gently as he struggled to live with his pale face and purple hands.
