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.,I was originally looking forward to seeing my father, but even today, I haven't seen the so-called Prime Minister father.,I don't know how your mother taught you when she died, to be uncontested, uneager, and unwilling to take. That would be a place of peace.。