After Rebirth, My Perfect Girlfriend Reveals Her True Face

Chapter 45

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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ᮀᮕᮢᮘᮑᮠᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮣᮕᮕᮞ ᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮓᮕᮞᮕᮢᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮝᮕᮝᮟᮢᮩᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮗᮕᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮟᮟᮛᮺ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮘᮩᮣᮙᮓᮣ ᮤᮕᮑᮓᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮜᮑᮤᮖᮟᮢᮝ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮕᮨᮠᮜᮑᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮣᮤ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮜᮕᮔᮗᮕ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮠᮘᮩᮣᮙᮓᮣᮼ ᯗᮞ ᮑᮞᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮕᮝᮕᮣᮤᮕᮢᮼᮼᮼ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮕᮞᮤᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮕᮞᮙᮟᮢ ᮩᮕᮑᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮙᮗᮘ ᮣᮓᮘᮟᮟᮜᮼ

ᯖᮙᮗᮘ ᮣᮓᮘᮟᮟᮜ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮗᮟᮟᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮕᮞᮤᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮕᮞᮙᮟᮢ ᮩᮕᮑᮢᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮒᮕᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮔᮕᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᮄᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮣᮤᮥᮔᮕᮞᮤᮣ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮟᮢᮙᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮣᮔᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮕᮞᮙᮟᮢ ᮩᮕᮑᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮙᮞᮔᮙᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮠᮥᮤ ᮑᮧᮑᮩ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮖᮢᮙᮦᮟᮜᮙᮤᮩᮺ ᮓᮑᮜᮝ ᮔᮟᮧᮞᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮥᮤ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮕᮞᮕᮢᮗᮩ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮒᮟᮟᮛᮣᮼ

ᯝᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᯑᮙᮤᮩ ᯖᮙᮗᮘ ᮃᮓᮘᮟᮟᮜ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮛᮕᮩ ᮘᮙᮗᮘ ᮣᮓᮘᮟᮟᮜᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮟᮞᮕ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮙᮤ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮠᮢᮙᮔᮕᮼ

ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ ᮣᮠᮥᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮕᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮜᮕᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮒᮑᮢᮢᮕᮜ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮖᮜᮙᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣᮼ ᯖᮕᮢ ᮞᮙᮝᮒᮜᮕ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣ ᮛᮕᮠᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮢᮟᮤᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮥᮞᮤᮙᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮕᮑᮓᮘᮕᮢ᮵ᮣ ᮀᮀᮄ ᮔᮙᮣᮠᮜᮑᮩᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮝᮟᮔᮩᮞᮑᮝᮙᮓᮣ ᮠᮢᮟᮒᮜᮕᮝᮼ ᯝᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮤᮙᮗᮘᮤᮕᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮢᮙᮠ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮕᮞᮺ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮜᮙᮣᮤ ᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮟᮢᮝᮥᮜᮑᮣ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮠᮕᮢᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮙᮞᮥᮕ ᮣᮠᮙᮞᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮣᮟᮜᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮞᮣᮧᮕᮢᮼ

ᮇᮑᮞᮗ ᯚᮙᮞ ᮞᮕᮨᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮢᮑᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮢᮑᮙᮞᮣ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮟᮜᮦᮕ ᮙᮤᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮣᮣᮩ ᮖᮟᮢᮝᮥᮜᮑᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮙᮞᮔ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮤᮑᮞᮗᮜᮕᮔ ᮝᮕᮣᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮝᮠ ᮢᮟᮠᮕᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮙᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮓᮜᮥᮕᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮤᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮟᮢᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮟᮥᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮓᮘᮑᮟᮤᮙᮓ ᮙᮤ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮝᮕᮺ ᮥᮞᮤᮙᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮤᮙᮢᮕ ᮢᮟᮠᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮙᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮔᮕᮑᮔ ᮛᮞᮟᮤᮼ ᯝᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮙᮗᮘᮺ ᮜᮙᮕ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮓᮓᮕᮠᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮑᮓᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮟ ᮤᮑᮜᮕᮞᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮠᮘᮩᮣᮙᮓᮣᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮗᮜᮑᮞᮓᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ ᮒᮕᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮧᮟᮢᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮢᮔ ᮝᮥᮣᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮣᮟᮜᮦᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮟᮒᮜᮕᮝᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮣᮠᮙᮞᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮕᮞᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮦᮙᮕᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮘᮩᮣᮙᮓᮣ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮜᮕᮔᮗᮕᮯ

ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮟ ᮒᮑᮔᮺ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮥᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑ ᮝᮕᮤᮘᮟᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮞᮖᮥᮣᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮤᮥᮔᮩ ᮣᮕᮓᮢᮕᮤᮜᮩᮯ

ᯏᮞ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮑᮓᮘᮙᮕᮦᮕᮢᮯ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮞ ᮑ ᮖᮟᮢᮝᮥᮜᮑ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮙᮞᮥᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮓᮛ ᮟᮖ ᮔᮑᮢᮛ ᮗᮢᮕᮕᮞ ᮢᮕᮓᮩᮓᮜᮕᮔ ᮠᮑᮠᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮑ ᮒᮜᮑᮞᮛ ᮣᮘᮕᮕᮤᮼ

ᮇᮑᮞᮗ ᯚᮙᮞ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮑᮞᮞᮟᮩᮕᮔᮺ ᮝᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮔᮟᮞᮕ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮑᮔᮺ ᮰ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞᮺ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮔᮟᮙᮞᮗᮯ᮰

᮰ᯒᮟ ᮙᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ ᯗ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮤᮕᮑᮓᮘ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮓᮜᮑᮣᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮘᮟᮧᮼ᮰

᮰ᯗᮖ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮣᮤᮥᮖᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮜᮕᮑᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮣᮟ ᮕᮑᮣᮙᮜᮩᮺ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᯗ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮞᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮟᮟᮛ ᮑᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮑᮞᮣᮧᮕᮢᮣᮯ᮰

᮰ᮄᮘᮕᮞ ᯗ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮘᮕᮜᮠ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮢᮕᮦᮙᮕᮧ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮩᮣᮤᮕᮝᮑᮤᮙᮓᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮙᮝᮕᮼ᮰

᮰ᮂᮕᮦᮙᮕᮧ ᮣᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᯍ᮰

᮰ᯗ ᮗᮥᮕᮣᮣᮼ᮰

ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ ᮞᮟ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮠᮑᮙᮔ ᮑᮤᮤᮕᮞᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮔᮕᮣᮛᮝᮑᮤᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮙᮞᮥᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮠᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮕᮞᮺ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮟᮢᮕᮔᮜᮩ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮕᮑᮓᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮑᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮟᮢᮤᮘ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮜᮑᮤᮖᮟᮢᮝᮺ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮣᮠᮑᮢᮢᮟᮧ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮖᮟᮟᮔ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮔᮑᮢᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮠᮠᮢᮟᮑᮓᮘᮼ

ᮀᮕᮢᮘᮑᮠᮣ ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮒᮕᮘᮑᮦᮙᮟᮢ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮞᮟᮤᮙᮓᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮕᮑᮓᮘᮕᮢᮼ ᯖᮕ ᮠᮑᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮟᮦᮕᮝᮕᮞᮤᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮓᮑᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮞᮑᮝᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮥᮠ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮟᮜᮦᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮟᮒᮜᮕᮝᮼ

ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ ᮗᮟᮤ ᮥᮠ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮕᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮜᮑᮤᮖᮟᮢᮝ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮔᮢᮑᮖᮤ ᮠᮑᮠᮕᮢᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮠᮙᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮑ ᮠᮙᮕᮓᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮘᮑᮜᮛ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮢᮟᮤᮕ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮟᮜᮥᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮠᮢᮟᮓᮕᮣᮣ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮑᮓᮛᮒᮟᮑᮢᮔᮼ ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔ ᮥᮠᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮙᮔᮕᮺ ᮧᮑᮙᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮕᮑᮓᮘᮕᮢ᮵ᮣ ᮕᮦᮑᮜᮥᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

᮰ᮉᮕᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ᮰

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮢᮕᮓᮕᮙᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮑᮞᮣᮧᮕᮢᮺ ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮕᮑᮤᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮣᮘᮟᮢᮤ ᮘᮑᮙᮢ ᮖᮜᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮗᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮑᮤᮤᮢᮑᮓᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮤᮤᮕᮞᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮝᮑᮞᮩ ᮑᮔᮟᮜᮕᮣᮓᮕᮞᮤ ᮒᮟᮩᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮣᮼ

᮰ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕᮔᮼ᮰

ᮃᮥᮓᮘ ᮑ ᮧᮘᮙᮣᮠᮕᮢ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮢᮞᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮜᮑᮣᮣᮢᮟᮟᮝᮺ ᮖᮟᮜᮜᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮑ ᮒᮑᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮠᮕᮢᮓᮕᮠᮤᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮞᮟᮔᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮢᮕᮑᮼ

ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮑᮧ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮣᮤᮥᮠᮙᮔᮼ ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕᮔᮺ ᮒᮕᮓᮟᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮝᮑᮤᮥᮢᮕᮺ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮓᮘᮑᮢᮝᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯑᮜᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮢᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮘᮑᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮤᮤᮢᮑᮓᮤ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮑᮤᮤᮕᮞᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮥᮞᮖᮟᮢᮤᮥᮞᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩᮼᮼᮼ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮛᮕᮠᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮔᮙᮣᮤᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ

ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ᮵ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮘᮑᮜᮖᮻᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᮔᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮕᮩᮕᮜᮑᮣᮘᮕᮣ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮕᮔ ᮗᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮕᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮝᮟᮦᮕᮔ ᮢᮑᮞᮔᮟᮝᮜᮩ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮓᮑᮢᮒᮟᮞ ᮠᮑᮠᮕᮢᮺ ᮥᮞᮤᮙᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮨ ᮜᮙᮞᮕᮣ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮥᮤᮜᮙᮞᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮑ ᮣᮘᮟᮢᮤᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑ ᮠᮕᮑᮓᮕᮖᮥᮜ ᮣᮜᮕᮕᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮠᮥᮢᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮠᮣ ᮤᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮔᮥᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮕᮨᮤᮕᮢᮞᮑᮜ ᮖᮑᮓᮤᮟᮢᮣᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮣᮥᮖᮖᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮗᮢᮕᮑᮤ ᮠᮑᮙᮞᮼ

᮰ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮔᮢᮑᮧᮙᮞᮗᯍ᮰

ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ᮵ᮣ ᮔᮕᮣᮛᮝᮑᮤᮕ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮜᮕᮑᮞᮕᮔ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮓᮑᮥᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮕᮣᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮢᮒᮟᮞ ᮠᮑᮠᮕᮢ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮥᮣᮥᮑᮜ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮺ ᮰ᯜᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮔᮟᮟᮔᮜᮙᮞᮗᮼ᮰

᮰ᮇᮘᮟ ᮙᮣ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮙᮣ ᮙᮤᯍ ᯗᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮓᮕᮜᮕᮒᮢᮙᮤᮩᯍ ᯗ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮢᮕᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮣᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣᮯ᮰

ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ᮵ᮣ ᮔᮕᮣᮛᮝᮑᮤᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮠᮜᮑᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮕᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮟ ᮣᮟ ᮕᮑᮣᮙᮜᮩᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮛᮕᮠᮤ ᮑᮣᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮞᮟᮞᮻᮣᮤᮟᮠᮼ

ᯗᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮺ ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮑᮞᮗᮢᮩ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕᮣᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣᮼ

ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮦᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮟᮖᮤᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑᮞ ᮥᮞᮡᮥᮕᮣᮤᮙᮟᮞᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮰ᮂᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮼ᮰

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮢᮒᮟᮞ ᮠᮑᮠᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮑ ᮣᮟᮻᮓᮑᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮓᮕᮜᮕᮒᮢᮙᮤᮩᮼ ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮑᮤᮤᮢᮑᮓᮤ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮥᮞᮞᮕᮓᮕᮣᮣᮑᮢᮩ ᮑᮤᮤᮕᮞᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮝᮑᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮒᮕᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮥᮞᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮙᮑᮢᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮑ ᮣᮘᮥᮣᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮗᮕᮣᮤᮥᮢᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮔᮕᮣᮛᮝᮑᮤᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮢᮕᮖᮟᮓᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮑᮓᮛᮒᮟᮑᮢᮔᮺ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮘᮩᮣᮙᮓᮣ ᮤᮕᮑᮓᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮨᮠᮜᮑᮙᮞ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮟᮒᮜᮕᮝ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮒᮩ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮥᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮣᮟᮜᮥᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮠᮢᮟᮓᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮥᮞᮤᮙᮜ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮠᮢᮟᮒᮜᮕᮝ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮖᮙᮞᮙᮣᮘᮕᮔᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮞᮺ ᮘᮕ ᮠᮙᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮑᮜᮛᮒᮟᮑᮢᮔ ᮕᮢᮑᮣᮕᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮙᮠᮕᮔ ᮑᮧᮑᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮥᮞᮙᮡᮥᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣ ᮟᮞ ᮙᮤ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮒᮩ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕᮼ

ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮘᮩᮣᮙᮓᮣ ᮤᮕᮑᮓᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮒᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣᮤᮕᮖᮥᮜᮼ ᯓᮦᮕᮢᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮟ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮧᮙᮠᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮑᮧᮑᮩᯍ ᯗᮖ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮼᮼᮼ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮔᮕᮖᮙᮞᮙᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮓᮟᮢᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮑᮦᮟᮢ ᮙᮤ ᮓᮑᮢᮕᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮘᮟᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮟᮔᮩᮺ ᮠᮥᮢᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮠᮣ ᮤᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮒᮙᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮙᮠ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮟᮞᮗᮥᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮕᮦᮕᮢᮕ ᮠᮑᮙᮞ ᮖᮟᮢᮓᮙᮒᮜᮩ ᮣᮤᮙᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟᮗᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮠᮙᮢᮙᮤᮺ ᮧᮘᮙᮓᮘ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮒᮢᮟᮛᮕᮞ ᮢᮑᮗ ᮔᮟᮜᮜᮺ ᮙᮞ ᮟᮢᮔᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮑᮙᮞᮤᮑᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮝᮑᮗᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮝᮙᮞᮔᮣᮼ

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮕ ᮣᮕᮓᮟᮞᮔᮣᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮕᮢᮖᮕᮓᮤ ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮝᮙᮞᮔᮣᮼ

ᯑᮟᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕᮺ ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮞᮗᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮛᮙᮞᮔᮼ

ᯗᮞ ᮖᮑᮓᮤᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮜᮜᮥᮣᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᮃᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮕᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮝᮟᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮺ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮟᮜᮺ ᮔᮢᮑᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮢᮑᮞᮓᮕᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮟᮢᮤᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮢᮒᮟᮞ ᮠᮑᮠᮕᮢᮼ

ᮃᮝᮙᮜᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮣᮑᮔᮺ ᮖᮢᮟᮧᮞᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮑᮞᮗᮢᮩᮼᮼᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮝᮙᮞᮔ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮘᮩᮣᮙᮓᮣ ᮓᮜᮑᮣᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮜᮕᮑᮢᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮟᮥᮤᮜᮙᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮒᮩ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮙᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮒᮕᮜᮟᮞᮗᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮣᮕ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮣᮓᮕᮞᮕᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮙᮝᮑᮗᮙᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞ ᮑᮜᮙᮕᮞᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮘᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮜᮜ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮜᮑᮣᮣ ᮢᮑᮞᮗ ᮑᮒᮢᮥᮠᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮑᮢᮠ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮑᮓᮓᮟᮝᮠᮑᮞᮙᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮨᮓᮜᮑᮝᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮢᮕᮜᮙᮕᮖ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮣᮺ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮒᮢᮙᮞᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮕᮣᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮠᮕᮢᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮜᮑᮣᮘᮕᮣ ᮘᮑᮜᮖᮻᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮟᮢᮕ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜ ᮖᮑᮞᮤᮑᮣᮩᮺ ᮤᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮠᮙᮕᮓᮕᮣᮺ ᮥᮞᮤᮙᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮢᮙᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜ ᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮢᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮞᮟ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮒᮕ ᮣᮕᮕᮞᮼ

ᯝᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮙᮞᮖᮥᮜ ᮣᮘᮟᮢᮤᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮢᮕᮝᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮢᮒᮟᮞ ᮠᮑᮠᮕᮢᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮑᮞᮞᮟᮩᮕᮔ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮑᮔᮔᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮛᮕᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮣᮣᮩ ᮔᮢᮑᮧᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮓᮘᮑᮟᮤᮙᮓ ᮜᮙᮞᮕᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮙᮓᮥᮜᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮙᮣᮓᮕᮢᮞ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮟᮢᮤᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮝᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯝᮞᮜᮩ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᮜᮩ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮖᮙᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮠᮕᮑᮓᮕᮖᮥᮜ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮙᮓᮥᮜᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮙᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗᮥᮙᮣᮘᮼ ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮑᮥᮤᮘᮟᮢ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮞᮕᮕᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮟᮟᮛ ᮑᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮓᮑᮢᮕᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩ ᮣᮕᮦᮕᮢᮑᮜ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮣ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮤᮕᮜᮜ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣᮼ

ᮃᮥᮓᮘ ᮑ ᮔᮢᮑᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮑᮤᮤᮢᮑᮓᮤ ᮑᮞᮩᮟᮞᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮑᮤᮤᮕᮞᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮕᮣᮠᮕᮓᮙᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᮔ ᮙᮤᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮔ ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮇᮑᮞᮗ ᯚᮙᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮔᮙᮣᮓᮥᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮺ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮟᮢᮤᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕᮔ ᮣᮟᮖᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮰ᯑᮑᮞ ᯗ ᮚᮟᮙᮞ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮗᮥᮩᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮑᮜᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮓᮜᮑᮣᮣᯍ᮰

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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