My Dead Husband Came Back to Life the Night I Spent with His Brother

Qing Ying was the lowest-ranking Omega, plagued by radiation and not expected to live past thirty.

After finally climbing into the good graces of the noble An Yu, she had a chance to be cured of the radiation. But before long, An Yu died under mysterious circumstances.

The love she'd carefully cultivated and the peaceful latter half of her life were destroyed in an instant.

But the dead were gone, and she had no choice but to think of herself.

The new bishop who had come from far away was simple and kind-hearted. Moved by Qing Ying's tragic past, he was willing to take her at all costs to his idyllic hometown.

That night, a torrential downpour fell.

Qing Ying knelt before her late husband's portrait, praying that his spirit in heaven wouldn't blame her for remarrying so soon.

Behind her, An Qiong, her late husband's older brother, appeared, bearing a face seven parts similar to his younger brother's.

Unlike her late husband's rebellious, arrogant playboy of a younger brother, An Qiong was mature, steady, and self-controlled. He was already the Cardinal, The Outcast, with power over all but one.

"You're certainly in a hurry to climb the social ladder."

A flash of lightning outside the window illuminated his narrow, deep-set eyes. His usually cold, arrogant expression twisted with anger.

Qing Ying had assumed he was going to punish her for tarnishing the An family's reputation, but instead he said, "But compared to that thing, wouldn't I be a better choice?"

Qing Ying: "...?"

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Qing Ying couldn't help feeling ashamed about getting together with her late husband's brother.

But he was forceful and rational to the point of coldness, shielding Qing Ying from nearly all the moral pressure.

At last, Qing Ying let her guard down and, one night, shared a passionate embrace with the older brother beneath the moon.

In the very room where his younger brother had died.

That night, the younger brother "came back to life."

His face was bloodless, he cast no shadow, and he tilted his head, his expression full of inhuman bewilderment and fury.

"Wifey. Brother. What... are you doing, hugging each other?"

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Theme: The "true meaning" of love