One hand holds a wicker stick into the water bottle and spills the water it brings out into the girl, both of whom are still naked.

The third painting depicts two girls when they were about five years old. In front of them stood an old man who was smiling at the children's heads.

The two girls each had a ball in front of them, and they obeyed the old man's instructions and put their hands on it.

Then the light shoots out of one girl with a white ball in front of her, and another girl with a blue one.

The fourth picture shows them having a coming-of-age ceremony, and in front of them is a teenager who is older than them.

One girl is dressed in blue and the other is dressed in white. But the boy seemed to prefer girls in white.

Step by step, they ascended to the high hall, and the last powerful witch told them about the ordeal of adulthood.

They represented the symbols of ice and snow and then chose their own paths.

The fifth picture shows two girls entering a door. They smiled and greeted each other as if to cheer each other on.

Then the two men parted and entered a door in front of them.

The sixth picture shows two girls coming out of that door, looking at each other, but hating each other.

The witch smiled and treated the girl in blue with a smile, and the girl in white was scolded by everyone.

The seventh picture shows a lively feast in the main hall. The girl in blue wore the most luxurious blue skirt and treated everyone with a smile.

The girl in white was dressed very plainly, and her face was as cold as ice.

But a long, long time ago, the two girls weren't like this.

Because the eighth picture gives the answer.

He depicts a girl in white wearing a flower crown on her head, smiling on her face, as if she is thriving on everything, and with sunshine on her face, she can bring warmth.

She was holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand and wanted to give it to the boy in front of her.

And the ninth picture shows a girl with only blue clothes.

There was only one cane in her hand, and a piece of ice floated in her palm, slowly condensing into a round crystal.

She seemed to be sitting in a high hall.

The atmosphere was very quiet, quiet, and holy.

Yu Huaiwen looked around, and she felt that there should be a tenth picture. But she searched around, but she couldn't find the tenth picture.