"My mouth is a bit dry, could you pour me a glass of water" Bai Aoxue said to the child who called herself Mu Mian.,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.,Yesterday, under the guise of admiring flowers, I pushed the naive Bai Aoxue into the pond. The water-fearing Bai Aoxue was rescued, but she only had one breath left.。