Upon gently rolling up her sleeve, a shocking sight appeared on Bai Ao Xue’s snow-white arm: crisscrossing scars that seemed to tell a tale of pain. Each one was a gift from her half-sister, Bai Su Xue.,A pair of eyes no longer bore the timidity and shyness of yesteryear, but rather radiated ruthlessness and spirit.,The original tranquil courtyard was disrupted by the tragic cries of the cotton tree, Bai Aoxue slightly frowned.。