Give My Ashes to the Dusk

After my adopted sister died, my brother became the person who hated me the most in the world. He hated me so much that he sent me to a casino in Las Vegas to be auctioned off for fun. I begged for mercy in every possible way, but there was only hatred in his eyes: "If I hadn't given you a kidney transplant, Zhizhi wouldn't have died on the operating table! You killed her, so you should spend your life to atone for her sins." But when faced with a terrorist attack, he did not hesitate to hold me tightly in his arms and block all fatal bullets. Coughing bright red blood next to my ears: "If there is a next life, I would rather not have you as my sister. Zhizhi is enough for me." I shot myself to death and was reborn five years ago. Brother, this time, I don't want a kidney or love. I just want to fulfill your wish. Let you only have one sister.