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Traveling through the rebirth of a thousand good, who would have expected the birth of a change in the crossroads. The fragrance of the wax plum comes from the bitter cold, and the flowers are full of branches in the spring. Born as a daughter of the official family, comfortable days have not lived a few years, but in one night the family broke up and died. Under a young brother and sister, on a weak aunt, with a bunch of crummy relatives, so what? To settle down, work hard to develop a family, to turn over the serf to be the master, but also for the younger siblings to seek...