Don't Be a Foolish and Filial Daughter

I helped my brother move back to the countryside. The day after I returned, the old house caught fire. Everyone is fine, except my daughter who is trapped inside. When I rushed into the sea of ​​​​fire, my daughter was gone, and I never ran out again. My parents helped my brother conceal the real cause of my daughter's death and claimed that it was just an accident. Not long after our deaths, my school district house was transferred to my brother's name. It turned out that the nephew I had raised for 6 years was about to go to elementary school. Over the years, in order to fulfill the so-called filial duty to a daughter, I suffered a lot, was forced to divorce, and ultimately ended up with the tragic death of my daughter. When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the time when my brother asked me to help him move back to his hometown. I took out my phone. "Isn't it just moving? I will call a moving company for you right now."