"My Mother said that I can't get injured or bleed. Otherwise, I might die. Then if I'll be like Xinyi in the future. Will I die?"
Yang Jingyi whispered into Ji Yuanyuan's ear and asked pitifully.
Ji Yuanyuan frowned. She didn't know how to explain to Yang Jingyi, who was at this age, that menstrual bleeding was different from bleeding from an injury.
Yang Jingyi saw her frown and was frightened. She grabbed her arm, "Don't scare me. Am I going to die?"
"No, I can't explain it to you now, but this is different. You won't die." Ji Yuanyuan patted Yang Jingyi's hand. "You can go back and ask your mother. She will explain it to you."
Yang Jingyi had always believed in Ji Yuanyuan's words, so she heaved a sigh of relief.
If Yuanyuan said she wouldn't die, then she wouldn't die.
Soon, Fang Xinyi returned with a piece of tissue paper in her hand. It was unknown what was wrapped inside.
