When the embassy ordered an evacuation, my parents took only two people with them. One was my older brother. The other was the fake heiress. My brother was their own flesh and blood. They wouldn't let him stay in a war-torn country. The fake heiress was the little princess they'd raised by their side since she was a child. They couldn't bear to let her suffer. As for me, they comforted me: "You've had a hard life since you were little. These hardships are nothing you can't handle. "Once we've sent them home, we'll come back for you." Because of those words, I waited in a foreign land for week after week. Until a stray bullet pierced my heart, and the only thing that came was my parents'
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