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In my last life, my brother was arrested. My mother knelt down and begged me, saying that I had a bright future and could not let my brother's criminal record ruin me. I begged everywhere and tried my best to save him from jail. I thought I was saving my future and my only brother. Until the day he turned eighteen, he stabbed my heart with a knife, and I finally died with hatred. When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the afternoon when I received the admission notice. My brother had just been taken away by the police. My mother rushed over and grabbed my hand: "Girl, think of a way! You are the hope of our family's future!" I looked at her and smiled. In this life, I want him to sit through the bottom of the prison.

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