A pair of eyes scanned the surroundings quickly without any emotion. Bai Aoxue covered her forehead, thinking to herself in her heart: What's going on I clearly died in the explosion, but I crossed over, and I crossed over to such an unloved main family at that,"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.。