Reborn on the night the fire struck, my older brother insisted on rushing into the flames to rescue our adopted sister. This time I did not step forward to stop him, only softly urging him to mind his safety. In my past life I desperately held him back, only to end up hated and resented by the entire family. This time around, he suffered permanent throat damage due to the thick smoke in the fire, and our adopted sister gradually grew distant from him. I took a full scholarship and went far away for my studies, establishing a foothold in the industry by my own ability a few years later. The deep sibling bond others sought should ultimately be experienced by themselves.