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.,Put down her sleeves, Bai Aoxue pondered to herself: "Bai Aoxue, I don't understand why you are so weak, so defiant.",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.。