When our country was in turmoil, I risked my life to save my seriously ill brother, gave up my fake daughter, and stayed in the military camp to take care of him for nearly forty years. I never married and gave everything I had to him. Before he died, he was only thinking about what he owed to his fake daughter, and he only wanted to leave his life to him in the next life, without mentioning a word about my contribution. I tearfully agreed. In my new life, I just want to love myself and stop spending my whole life on others. But the brother who once cared about others stopped me tremblingly: "Azhi, have you forgotten your brother?"
