After Rebirth, My Perfect Girlfriend Reveals Her True Face

Chapter 35

After Rebirth, My Perfect Girlfriend Reveals Her True Face

[Yandere + TS (MtF) + 1v2 Romance + Slice of Life] Wen Lan once believed he had the perfect girlfriend. But after he broke up with her out of insecurity, his “perfect” lover imprisoned him. Drugged into a dazed stupor, he ultimately died when she overdosed him in a fit of rage. When he woke up again, he had become her. Determined to avoid repeating the past, she resolved to stay far away from her ex-girlfriend. Yet the girl exploited Wen Lan’s lingering weakness and guilt, pulling her step by step into a carefully laid abyss. Amidst this darkness, an innocent girl entered their lives like a ray of sunshine, dispelling the shadows in Wen Lan’s heart. But the ex-girlfriend despised her. She tried every method to drive the girl away—even going so far as to send her a video call one day. In the video, the ex-girlfriend cradled a drugged, barely conscious Wen Lan, slowly stripping away her clothes to flaunt the process of claiming her. Finally, the innocent girl snapped. Corrupted by the “perfect” girlfriend, she became just as obsessive. “Wen Lan, it’s all your fault I’ve become like this.” The ex-girlfriend whispered sweet nothings while embracing a guilt-ridden Wen Lan. “Wen Lan, I love you most. Promise you’ll never leave me, okay?” The once-innocent girl clung to Wen Lan’s broken heart, nuzzling against her pleadingly. Caught between the two, Wen Lan sank deeper, unable to escape either of them.

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ᮇᮘᮩ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮟᮟᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮤᮥᮢᮝᮟᮙᮜᯍ

ᮇᮘᮕᮞ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮊᮘᮙ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮤᮘᮢᮟᮟᮝ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮑᮧ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮝᮠᮤᮩ ᮒᮕᮔᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮞᮨᮙᮕᮤᮩ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮠᮕᮑᮛᮼ

ᮇᮘᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮜᮑᮨᮕᮔ ᮣᮟ ᮝᮥᮓᮘᯍ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮤᮟᮜᮔ ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮧᮑᮙᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮣᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮢᮕᮔᯍ

ᮇᮘᮩ… ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗᯍ

ᮄᮘᮕᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮠᮜᮑᮞᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮕ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᯄ ᮀᯛᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮕᮦᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢ ᮣᮛᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮓᮑᮣᮤᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞ ᮢᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤᮟᮢᮝ ᮔᮙᮣᮢᮥᮠᮤᮕᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮟᮞᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮠᮜᮑᮞᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮩ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮒᮙᮞᮣ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮥᮞᮤᮑᮙᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮣᮘᮕᮜᮤᮕᮢ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮑᮙᮞᮼ ᮇᮘᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮑᮙᮞ ᮜᮕᮣᮣᮕᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮣᮡᮥᮕᮕ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮑ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮥᮝᮒᮢᮕᮜᮜᮑᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮞᮟᮙᮣᮙᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮥᮕᮣᮤᮘᮟᮥᮣᮕᮼ

ᯛᮟᮣᮤ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮓᮜᮟᮤᮘᮕᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮕᮤ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮗᮟᮤ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮥᮕᮣᮤᮘᮟᮥᮣᮕᮺ ᮕᮣᮠᮕᮓᮙᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮣᮼ ᯛᮑᮞᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮻᮓᮟᮜᮟᮢᮕᮔ ᮓᮜᮟᮤᮘᮕᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮕᮑᮣᮙᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮣᮕᮕᮻᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮢᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮟᮟᮞ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔᮼ

ᯐᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮊᮘᮙ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮠᮕᮤᮙᮤᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮗᮙᮦᮕᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮥᮝᮒᮢᮕᮜᮜᮑᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮢᮙᮕᮣᮤ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮑᮤᮥᮢᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮑᮢᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮘᮟᮧᮕᮢᮼ

ᯕᮙᮢᮜᮣ ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮘᮟᮧᮕᮢᮺ ᮕᮣᮠᮕᮓᮙᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮙᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮢᮙᮓᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮜᮙᮝᮙᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯐᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮊᮘᮙ ᮖᮙᮞᮙᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮕᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮼ

ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮓᮟᮞᮖᮙᮔᮕᮞᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮒᮟᮔᮩᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮣᮙᮝᮠᮜᮩ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮜᮟᮤᮘᮕᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮥᮤ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮣᮕᮓᮟᮞᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮜᮙᮞᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮟᮧᮕᮢᮼ

ᯐᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᯆ ᮀᯛᮼ ᯛᮟᮣᮤ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮗᮟᮞᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮟᮩᮣ᮵ ᮗᮥᮕᮣᮤᮘᮟᮥᮣᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗ᮵ᮣ ᮑᮓᮤᮙᮦᮙᮤᮙᮕᮣᮺ ᮙᮞᮓᮜᮥᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᮀᮕᮢᮘᮑᮠᮣ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕᮺ ᮟᮢ ᮠᮕᮢᮘᮑᮠᮣ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮘᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞᮺ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮊᮘᮙ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮟᮥᮤᮺ ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮖᮙᮞᮙᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮣᮘᮟᮧᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮜᮕᮖᮤ ᮑ ᮞᮟᮤᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮺ ᮣᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗ…

᮰ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮣ ᮝᮙᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮗᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮙᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮧᮢᮙᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮕᮑᮤ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮔᮕᮜᮙᮓᮑᮤᮕ ᮤᮟᮥᮓᮘᮺ ᮥᮞᮝᮙᮣᮤᮑᮛᮑᮒᮜᮩ ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮧᮢᮙᮤᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᯝᮞᮜᮩ ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮧᮢᮙᮤᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮝᮒᮙᮞᮕ ᮑ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ᮵ᮣ ᮘᮑᮒᮙᮤᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮒᮟᮩ᮵ᮣ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮙᮗᮘᮤᮖᮟᮢᮧᮑᮢᮔᮞᮕᮣᮣᮼ

ᯗ ᮤᮟᮜᮔ ᮩᮟᮥᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮓᮑᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮜᮕᮤ ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮕ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮕᮺ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮖᮟᮢᮗᮟᮤᮤᮕᮞᯍ

ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮙᮖ ᯗ ᮗᮟ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮼ

ᯕᮟᮯ ᮄᮟ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮓᮑᮒᮙᮞ ᮘᮑᮜᮖᮧᮑᮩ ᮥᮠ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮥᮞᮤᮑᮙᮞᮯ

ᯑᮟᮥᮞᮤᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮜᮑᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕᮣ ᮕᮨᮠᮜᮟᮔᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮊᮘᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮝᮙᮞᮔᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮢᮑᮞ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮒᮑᮢᮕᮖᮟᮟᮤᮺ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮧᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮙᮜᮟᮢ ᮥᮞᮙᮖᮟᮢᮝ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟᮼ

ᮻᮻᮻᮻᮻᮻᮻᮻᮻᮻᮻᮻᮻᮻᮻᮻᮻ

ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ ᮢᮑᮞ ᮥᮠ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮥᮞᮤᮑᮙᮞᮺ ᮠᮑᮞᮤᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮧᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮢᮑᮙᮞᮓᮟᮑᮤᮼ ᯜᮟᮧ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮞᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮥᮢᮣᮥᮕ ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮓᮑᮣᮥᮑᮜ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮢᮑᮞᮓᮕᮼ ᯗᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮢᮕᮦᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮠᮢᮕᮖᮕᮢᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮣᮟᮑᮛᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮑᮙᮞ ᮢᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮧᮕᮑᮢ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑ ᮤᮑᮓᮛᮩ ᮢᮑᮙᮞᮓᮟᮑᮤᮼ

ᮇᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮝᮑᮛᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮣ ᮔᮙᮣᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮑᮩ ᮒᮑᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮤᮟ ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯐᮕᮣᮙᮔᮕᮣᮺ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮝᮕᮜᮟᮔᮢᮑᮝᮑᮤᮙᮓ ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮤᮘᮕᮞᮺ ᮢᮥᮞᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮑᮙᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮟᮢᮤᮘ ᮢᮟᮝᮑᮞᮤᮙᮓᮙ᮪ᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮞᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣᮼ ᯏᮜᮜ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮕᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮤᮟ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩ ᮖᮙᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮖᮟᮟᮜᮙᮣᮘ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮒᮕᮜᮙᮕᮦᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮒᮢᮑᮦᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮑᮙᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮔᮑᮢᮛ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮥᮠ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮥᮞᮤᮑᮙᮞ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮕᮺ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮓᮛᮜᮑᮓᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮗᮙᮦᮕᮞ ᮘᮕᮢᮯ

ᯗᮖ ᯑᮘᮕᮞ ᮈᮙᮑᮟᮡᮙ ᮘᮑᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮥᮢᮗᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮣᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮥᮤᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮞ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮠᮕᮢᮖᮕᮓᮤ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮔᮟ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑ ᮖᮟᮟᮜᮙᮣᮘ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᯜᮟ… ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮛᮙᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮓᮘᮕᮢᮙᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮙᮖᮤᮣᮺ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮧᮙᮣᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮞ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮖᮑᮔᮕᮔ ᮞᮕᮓᮛᮜᮑᮓᮕ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮢᮕᮦᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮢᮑᮙᮞ ᮒᮕᮑᮤ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮜᮑᮣᮤᮙᮓ ᮢᮑᮙᮞᮓᮟᮑᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣᮑᮞᮤ ᮔᮢᮥᮝᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮞᮟᮩᮙᮞᮗᮜᮩ ᮜᮟᮥᮔᮼ ᯖᮕᮢ ᮒᮜᮥᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕ ᮓᮑᮞᮦᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮟᮕᮣ ᮣᮤᮕᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮕᮝᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮢᮟᮧᮞ ᮔᮙᮢᮤ ᮑᮜᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮘᮟᮕᮣᮺ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮑ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮢᮕᮜᮑᮤᮙᮦᮕᮜᮩ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮞ ᮑᮢᮕᮑ ᮞᮕᮑᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮞᮛᮜᮕᮣᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮖᮢᮕᮣᮘᮜᮩ ᮧᮑᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮤᮘᮙᮞ ᮜᮑᮩᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮧᮕᮑᮤ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮼ ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮕᮜᮜᮻᮤᮢᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮢᮥᮞᮼ ᯐᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮒᮙᮞᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮑᮣᮣ ᮟᮥᮤᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮧᮟᮢᮢᮩ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮠᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮟᮠᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮒᮙᮞ ᮔᮟᮟᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮑᮧ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮙᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮺ ᮠᮕᮑᮓᮕᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩ ᮓᮜᮥᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮞᮕᮓᮛᮜᮑᮓᮕᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮣᮥᮢᮠᮢᮙᮣᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮢᮢᮙᮦᮑᮜᮺ ᮘᮥᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔᮜᮩ ᮘᮙᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮓᮛᮜᮑᮓᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮟᮢᮓᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕᮺ ᮰ᮇᮘᮩ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮘᮕᮢᮕᯍ᮰

ᮃᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮑᮖᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮣᮙᮗᮘ ᮟᮖ ᮢᮕᮜᮙᮕᮖᮼ ᯏ ᮧᮑᮦᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮣᮕ ᮖᮑᮤᮙᮗᮥᮕ ᮧᮑᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮖᮟᮜᮜᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮑ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮒᮜᮑᮝᮕᮺ ᮰ᮇᮘᮩ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮣᮛᮙᮞᮗᯍ ᯗ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮑᮣᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮢᮑᮞ ᮥᮠ ᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮙᮔᮔᮜᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮯ᮰

᮰ᮼᮼᮼᯗ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮕᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮓᮕᮞᮕᮢᮩᮺ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮑᮜᮜᮟᮧᮕᮔᯍ᮰

ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮜᮩᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮙ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮤᮟᮟᮛ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮢᮑᮙᮞᮓᮟᮑᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮟᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮼ ᮃᮧᮕᮑᮤ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮣᮟᮑᮛᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮙᮢᮺ ᮧᮘᮙᮓᮘ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮗᮜᮙᮣᮤᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮒᮙᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮔᮙᮝ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮣᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮧ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮑᮙᮞᮓᮟᮑᮤ ᮑᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮑᮜᮛᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮣᮠᮟᮤ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮖᮑᮢ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮰ᮉᮟᮥ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮣᮙᮜᮜᮩᮼ ᯗᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮞᮕᮓᮛᮜᮑᮓᮕ ᮣᮟ ᮝᮥᮓᮘᮺ ᯗ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮒᮥᮩ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮞᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮞᮕᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᯍ᮰

ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮙᮜᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮺ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮠᮕᮑᮓᮘ ᮒᮜᮟᮣᮣᮟᮝᮻᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮔᮕᮜᮙᮓᮑᮤᮕ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮟᮖᮤᮜᮩ ᮣᮑᮙᮔᮺ ᮰ᯐᮥᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮒᮙᮢᮤᮘᮔᮑᮩ ᮗᮙᮖᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮗᮑᮦᮕ ᮝᮕᮼ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ᮵ᮣ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮗᮕᮞᮤᮜᮕᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮜᮑᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮘᮕᮑᮦᮩ ᮘᮑᮝᮝᮕᮢᮺ ᮣᮧᮑᮜᮜᮟᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮜᮕᮖᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮑᮩᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ᮵ᮣ ᮜᮟᮦᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮣᮕ ᮣᮘᮟᮢᮤ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮟ ᮧᮑᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮓᮙᮠᮢᮟᮓᮑᮤᮕᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮣᮟ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᮼ ᯗᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮥᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮕᮜᮜ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮜᮙᮛᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ

ᯗᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮔᮕᮖᮙᮞᮙᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮣᮘᮟᮧ ᮑ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕᮺ ᮑ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮕᮞᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮝᮕᮝᮒᮕᮢ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮘᮕᮑᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮕᮔᮙᮓᮙᮞᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮩᮕᮑᮢᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮝᮕᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮟ ᮧᮑᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮓᮙᮠᮢᮟᮓᮑᮤᮕᮼ

ᯗᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮓᮙᮠᮢᮟᮓᮑᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮢᮕᮦᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮕᮖᮖᮟᮢᮤᮣ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮧᮑᮣᮤᮕᮔᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮙᮞᮥᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮠᮕᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮢᮑᮗᮕᮔᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮢᮕᮦᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮺ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮙᮞᮥᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮑᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮣᮥᮖᮖᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮕᮞᮔᮥᮢᮕᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮙᮦᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮥᮢᮕᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕ ᮒᮕᮤᮤᮕᮢᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮓᮓᮙᮔᮕᮞᮤᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮙᮞᮤᮢᮥᮔᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ᮵ᮣ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮗᮢᮑᮔᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮜᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮑᮔᮞᮕᮣᮣᮼ

ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ ᮒᮙᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮙᮠ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮟᮞᮗᮥᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮛᮕᮕᮠ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮑᮜᮕᮢᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮢᮕᮦᮕᮞᮤ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮟᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮑᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᮑᮦᮟᮙᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ᮵ᮣ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕᮺ ᮕᮣᮓᮑᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮟᮦᮕᮼ

᮰ᮃᮟ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮙᮤ ᮙᮣᮼᮼᮼ ᮙᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕ ᮢᮑᮒᮒᮙᮤᯍ᮰

ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮧᮘᮙᮣᮠᮕᮢᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔᮣ ᮔᮢᮟᮧᮞᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮙᮞᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮢᮑᮙᮞ ᮟᮥᮤᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮙᮞᮔᮟᮧᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮘᮕᮑᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩᮼ

᮰ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞᮺ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮘᮥᮞᮗᮢᮩᯍ ᮇᮑᮞᮤ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮓᮘᮟᮓᮟᮜᮑᮤᮕᯍ᮰

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮤᮟᮟᮛ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮑ ᮓᮢᮥᮝᮠᮜᮕᮔ ᮓᮘᮟᮓᮟᮜᮑᮤᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮟᮓᮛᮕᮤᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮞᮟ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮟᮓᮟᮜᮑᮤᮕ ᮧᮢᮑᮠᮠᮕᮢᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮘᮟᮝᮕᮝᮑᮔᮕᮼ

ᯔᮟᮢ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮣᮟᮞᮺ ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮝᮕᮝᮒᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮓᮕᮞᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮢᮕᮦᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮙᮞᮓᮤᮙᮦᮕᮜᮩ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮖᮥᮣᮕᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ᮵ᮣ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮥᮝᮒᮜᮕ ᮖᮙᮗᮥᮢᮕᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮑᮗᮢᮕᮕᮔᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮠᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮟᮓᮟᮜᮑᮤᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮟᮥᮤᮘᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮧᮕᮕᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮙᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮑᮣᮤᮕ ᮣᮠᮢᮕᮑᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮟᮞᮗᮥᮕᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮤᮑᮣᮤᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮙᮑᮢᮺ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮑᮣᮤᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮝᮥᮣᮕᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮠᮑᮢᮛ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮼ

ᯏᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ…

ᯏ ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮞᮗ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮖ ᮖᮑᮤᮙᮗᮥᮕ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ ᯏᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮨᮘᮑᮥᮣᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮓᮓᮥᮝᮥᮜᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮢᮥᮞᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮕᮨᮠᮜᮟᮔᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮙᮑᮢ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮙ᮪ᮕ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮙᮞᮓᮤᮙᮦᮕᮜᮩ ᮔᮕᮞᮙᮕᮔ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮣᮟ ᮝᮟᮢᮒᮙᮔ ᮞᮟᮧᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮖᮕᮜᮜ ᮑᮣᮜᮕᮕᮠᮺ ᮣᮜᮕᮕᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ᮵ᮣ ᮑᮢᮝᮣᮼ

ᯏᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ…

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮗᮢᮙᮞᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮗᮢᮕᮕᮔᮙᮜᮩ ᮣᮝᮕᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮖᮢᮑᮗᮢᮑᮞᮓᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ…

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮤᮟᮟᮛ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ᮵ᮣ ᮓᮜᮟᮤᮘᮕᮣᮼ

After Rebirth, My Perfect Girlfriend Reveals Her True Face

[Yandere + TS (MtF) + 1v2 Romance + Slice of Life] Wen Lan once believed he had the perfect girlfriend. But after he broke up with her out of insecurity, his “perfect” lover imprisoned him. Drugged into a dazed stupor, he ultimately died when she overdosed him in a fit of rage. When he woke up again, he had become her. Determined to avoid repeating the past, she resolved to stay far away from her ex-girlfriend. Yet the girl exploited Wen Lan’s lingering weakness and guilt, pulling her step by step into a carefully laid abyss. Amidst this darkness, an innocent girl entered their lives like a ray of sunshine, dispelling the shadows in Wen Lan’s heart. But the ex-girlfriend despised her. She tried every method to drive the girl away—even going so far as to send her a video call one day. In the video, the ex-girlfriend cradled a drugged, barely conscious Wen Lan, slowly stripping away her clothes to flaunt the process of claiming her. Finally, the innocent girl snapped. Corrupted by the “perfect” girlfriend, she became just as obsessive. “Wen Lan, it’s all your fault I’ve become like this.” The ex-girlfriend whispered sweet nothings while embracing a guilt-ridden Wen Lan. “Wen Lan, I love you most. Promise you’ll never leave me, okay?” The once-innocent girl clung to Wen Lan’s broken heart, nuzzling against her pleadingly. Caught between the two, Wen Lan sank deeper, unable to escape either of them.

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