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.,There is no greater sorrow than a heartbroken soul. Bai Aoxue, who had lost all hope in this world, finally succumbed to her despair, fading away like a wilted flower. In her place stands the most powerful mercenary from the 21st century—Bai Aoxue.,The original tranquil courtyard was disrupted by the tragic cries of the cotton tree, Bai Aoxue slightly frowned.。