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My brother hated me for ten years. The last time we argued, I left alone on a long journey but unexpectedly encountered an earthquake. Just as I was about to be struck by a hotel chandelier, my brother suddenly appeared and stood in front of me. “Dolores, run out quickly, don't look back!” The chandelier crashed down, shattering his spine, but he gave me a relieved smile. “Mom and Dad asked me to take good care of you, and I did.” “If there's a next life, I hope you don't appear before our family again.” I was held tightly by someone, watching helplessly as my brother was completely buried under the rubble. That night, having lost my last relative, I jumped into the river without hesitation. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day we were reunited. I saw my brother waiting outside the police station. I walked toward him but passed by without stopping. I called out to a boy behind him: “Brother.” … “Don’t you remember anything at all?” The policewoman held her pen and looked at me, not wanting to miss any details. “Think again. For example, what was your surname? Where did you live? Who was in your family?” “You were already seven or eight years old when you were abducted. You should have some memories.” I lowered my eyelids and spoke slowly. “I was beaten constantly there. Once, I was hit on the head and fainted. When I woke up, I couldn't remember anything.” The policewoman's eyes suddenly filled with sympathy and pity. She put down her pen, “It's okay. If you remember anything later, you can contact us anytime.” I walked out of the police station and was about to head toward the temporary guesthouse they had arranged for me. But then I saw a familiar figure rushing toward me. My brother? My heart skipped a beat. In my previous life, it was the police who contacted the Anderson Family, and Alfred Anderson reluctantly came to pick me up. Why was he here so soon this time? Alfred saw me, his eyes lit up, and he hurried over to me in two strides. I was about to speak, but he beat me to it. “I warn you, don't try to claim any connections. The Anderson Family already has a daughter.” I suddenly understood. So Alfred had also been reborn. No wonder… He was afraid I would go back and claim kinship like in my previous life, so he acted first to stop me. My heart ached, but I looked up and feigned confusion, “Who are you? What do you mean by ‘the Anderson Family’?” Hearing this, Alfred’s expression turned suspicious. “What are you up to now?” I pointed to my head and said bluntly, “I really don’t know you. I was injured here before, and I can’t remember many things.” Hearing that I was injured, a flash of guilt crossed Alfred’s eyes, but it quickly vanished. “Whether you’re genuinely amnesic or faking it, just know that the Anderson Family isn’t a place you should go.” He paused for a moment before speaking again. "Although we have never met before, considering your pitiful situation, I can give you some money and find you a house, enough for you to live on your own until you reach adulthood. As long as you don't talk nonsense in front of the police and disturb my family, that would be fine." I shook my head, “Thank you, but I don't need it.” Ignoring his stunned gaze, I got into the car. Thinking back to Alfred’s last words before he died, he had smiled and said he could finally reunite with his parents and sister. My heart ached unbearably. He had risked his life to save me. But in his heart, his sister was only another… Since the four of them were happier without me, then let them continue to be happy in this life.