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 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.,If I were to be given another chance at life, I would definitely live a life filled with pride. I presume you are now reunited with your mother.。