"I was lying in bed with my eyes closed, but the moment I opened my sharp eyes, I said, 'Shut up, why are you crying I'm not dead yet.'",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.。