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When I open the door in the morning, the mountains are covered with snow, the snow is bright, the clouds are pale, and the sun is cold. The eaves stream is not dripping with plum blossom jelly, a kind of loneliness that is not leisurely. They are people who put each other at the top of their hearts after experiencing family changes. The sister who carries the secret of her life experience cannot be told, and the brother who loves deeply and forbears. When love is as deep as an abyss and thick as a cocoon, will such love have a tomorrow? How to say goodbye if there is no tomorrow? If you could do it over again, would you be brave enough to say those words...