The tattered bed curtains, the rickety doorframe, and the broken furniture all clearly showed the owner's poverty.,"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.。