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I struggled to break free from the arm that was holding my shoulder, my eyes still fixed on the direction of the excavation, never moving away. "It would be useless even if I went. He is not my biological brother. There is no blood relationship between us. I can't save him." I stated the facts coldly, "Besides, I will never save him."

The police were stunned by my sudden words, looking at each other in astonishment. "Isn't he your biological brother? But eight years ago you weren't..." Their words were full of doubt.

I raised a bitter smile, tears silently sliding down my cheeks. "What is it not? Isn't it the deep love between the brother and sister who depend on each other for life? Didn't he help me deal with my parents' funeral?" I asked back, my voice full of desolation.