Summary
There is a rule in our family: the women must marry Beastfolk raised by themselves.
But my fox Beastfolk hates me deeply.
Because at first sight, he fell for my elder sister, and he believes I tore them apart.
He has always used Fox Charm Art to control me, helping my sister ascend to the position of Family Head.
In the end, I was mercilessly torn apart by my sister’s Beastfolk.
When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn on the day of choosing a Beastfolk.
The little fox looked at me eagerly, his eyes blood-red.
I raised my hand, and under his expectant gaze, pointed at the frail White Snake behind him.
“I want him.”
The fox’s eyes trembled, “You don’t want me anymore?”