My younger brother and I both chose beastfolk wives.
He was doted on by the Song family from childhood and was the heir apparent. Without hesitation, he chose a powerful white wolf.
I pitied the tragic fate of beastfolk, so I chose a mermaid on the verge of death in the fighting arena.
Who could have known the white wolf was so proud and hated humans? No matter how hard my brother tried to tame her, she refused to accept him as her master.
Meanwhile, my mermaid wife was gentle and devoted. She not only served me at my side, but also used her medical skills to heal my legs, which had been disabled for years.
Jealous that I might take the family fortune, my brother engineered a car accident and killed me.
When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn on the day we chose our wives in the fighting arena.
This time, my brother picked the frail, gravely injured mermaid first.
I smiled and accepted the white wolf.
Dear little brother, treasure this poisonous mermaid who brings harm. Her gentle obedience is all an act!
