After Rebirth, My Perfect Girlfriend Reveals Her True Face

Chapter 62

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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᮰ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮣᮑᮩᮼᮼᮼᯍ᮰

ᯑᮘᮕᮞ ᮈᮙᮑᮟᮡᮙ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤᮜᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ᮵ᮣ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣᮼ ᯗᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮺ ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮧᮕᮜᮜᮻᮒᮕᮘᮑᮦᮕᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮒᮙᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮥᮞᮞᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯏᮜᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᯑᮘᮕᮞ ᮈᮙᮑᮟᮡᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮣᮕᮓᮢᮕᮤᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮑᮤᮕᮞ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮑᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮕᮨᮤᮢᮕᮝᮕᮜᮩ ᮔᮟᮓᮙᮜᮕᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮟ ᮔᮟᮓᮙᮜᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮟᮖᮤᮕᮞᮺ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᯑᮘᮕᮞ ᮈᮙᮑᮟᮡᮙ ᮢᮕᮦᮕᮑᮜᮕᮔ ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ᮵ᮣ ᮤᮢᮥᮕ ᮓᮟᮜᮟᮢᮣᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮟᮟᮜᮙᮗᮑᮞ ᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔᮣ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮝᮕᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮣᮝᮙᮣᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮜᮑᮞᮔᮕᮢᮟᮥᮣ ᮚᮟᮛᮕᮣᮺ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮒᮕᮜᮙᮕᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖᮼᮼᮼ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮙᮝᮑᮗᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮠᮕᮢᮝᮑᮞᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮖᮙᮨᮕᮔ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮝᮑᮢᮤᮺ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮙᮒᮜᮕᮺ ᮗᮕᮞᮤᮜᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕ ᮝᮟᮔᮕᮜ ᮣᮤᮥᮔᮕᮞᮤᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮙ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮕᮢᮢᮙᮖᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮦᮑᮞᮙᮣᮘᮕᮔᮼ

ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ᮵ᮣ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕ ᮣᮘᮙᮖᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮙᮔᮕᮼ ᯜᮟᮤᮙᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮢᮢᮙᮔᮟᮢᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮒᮤᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮣᮙᮤᮩᮼ ᯖᮕᮢ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮗᮕᮞᮤᮜᮕᮺ ᮤᮙᮞᮗᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮑᮝᮟᮥᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮖᮕᮑᮢᮺ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮥᮔᮕᮞᮤ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮥᮜᮜᮙᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮔᮕᮜᮙᮞᮡᮥᮕᮞᮤᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮓᮜᮑᮣᮣᮼ ᮰ᯗ ᮣᮑᮙᮔᮺ ᮜᮕᮤ ᮗᮟᮼ᮰

ᯓᮑᮢᮜᮙᮕᮢᮺ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᯑᮘᮕᮞ ᮈᮙᮑᮟᮡᮙ ᮝᮕᮤ ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ᮵ᮣ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮒᮩ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮤᮕᮢᮢᮙᮖᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮟᮞᮣᮤᮕᮢᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮒᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮓᮜᮑᮣᮣᮢᮟᮟᮝ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮔᮕᮓᮑᮩᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮕᮢᮢᮙᮖᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮗᮢᮕᮩᮻᮒᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮤᮘᮟᮢᮞᮣ ᮣᮠᮢᮕᮑᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮙᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮢᮑᮣᮘ ᮝᮟᮦᮕᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮔᮙᮢᮕᮓᮤᮜᮩ ᮛᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮑᮢᮤᮩᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᯍ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮣᮓᮢᮥᮤᮙᮞᮙ᮪ᮕᮔ ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ᮵ᮣ ᮔᮕᮝᮕᮑᮞᮟᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮖᮢᮟᮧᮞᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮓᮕᮢᮤᮑᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮕᮨᮠᮕᮢᮙᮕᮞᮓᮕᮔ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮜᮜᮥᮣᮙᮟᮞᯉ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮥᮞᮞᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮧᮕᮜᮜᮻᮒᮕᮘᮑᮦᮕᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮤᮕᮢᮢᮙᮖᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᯑᮘᮕᮞ ᮈᮙᮑᮟᮡᮙ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮙᮝᮑᮗᮙᮞᮕ ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ ᮔᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮝᮕᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮖᮟᮢᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮥᮜᮜᮩ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮊᮘᮙᮺ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮜᮩ ᮢᮥᮙᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ ᯔᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮠᮕᮓᮤᮙᮦᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟ ᮧᮑᮩ ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮰ᮝᮑᮤᮥᮢᮕ᮰ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ

᮰ᯗ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮞᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮘᮑᮢᮔᮼ ᯗ᮵ᮦᮕ ᮔᮟᮞᮕ ᮣᮟ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮩᮟᮥᮼ ᯗᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮕᮨᮠᮟᮣᮕᮔᮺ ᯗ ᮑᮔᮦᮙᮣᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮟ ᮟᮒᮕᮔᮙᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮗᮙᮦᮕ ᮝᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮙᮓᮛᮕᮤᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮘᮥᮣᮘ ᮝᮟᮞᮕᮩᮼ ᯏᮞᮩᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮣᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮑᮢᮕᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮤᮢᮟᮥᮒᮜᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮩᮟᮥᮺ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮩᯍ᮰

ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮥᮢᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮗᮢᮙᮠᮠᮕᮔᮼ ᯚᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᮜᮩᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮧ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮕᮜᮜᮻᮝᮑᮙᮞᮤᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮣᮛᮙᮞ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮢᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮞᮥᮝᮒ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮠᮟᮟᮢ ᮓᮙᮢᮓᮥᮜᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮝᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮨᮤᮢᮕᮝᮕᮜᮩ ᮥᮞᮓᮟᮝᮖᮟᮢᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮤᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮣᮣᮟᮓᮙᮑᮤᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮦᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯚᮥ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮩᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮗᮟᮤ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ ᯑᮘᮕᮞ ᮈᮙᮑᮟᮡᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮜᮟᮦᮕᯉ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ᮵ᮣ ᮥᮗᮜᮙᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮤᮕᮞᮓᮘᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮙᮞᮔᮕᮕᮔ ᮕᮑᮣᮙᮜᮩ ᮗᮙᮦᮕ ᯑᮘᮕᮞ ᮈᮙᮑᮟᮡᮙ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮙᮓᮛᮕᮤᮣᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮞᮕᮕᮔᯍ

ᯑᮘᮕᮞ ᮈᮙᮑᮟᮡᮙ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮔᮟᮞᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮓᮕᮣᮣᮑᮢᮩ ᮠᮑᮢᮤᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮢᮕᮦᮕᮑᮜ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮒᮕᮤᮧᮕᮕᮞ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮊᮘᮙ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮔᮙᮣᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑ ᮖᮟᮟᮜᮺ ᮥᮞᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮕᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮦᮕ ᮙᮞ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮊᮘᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮣᮟ ᮑᮢᮢᮟᮗᮑᮞᮤᮺ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮠᮑᮧᮞᮺ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮖᮟᮟᮜᮙᮣᮘᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮑ ᮓᮘᮕᮣᮣ ᮠᮜᮑᮩᮕᮢᮺ ᮠᮥᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮠᮟᮣᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᯜᮟᮧᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮕᮨᮤᮟᮢᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮙᮞᮤᮙᮝᮙᮔᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮕᮑᮜ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᯑᮘᮕᮞ ᮈᮙᮑᮟᮡᮙᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮤᮢᮑᮦᮕᮜᮕᮢ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮔᮕᮣᮕᮢᮤ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᯉ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮥᮢᮗᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮙᮞᮔ ᮑᮞ ᮟᮑᮣᮙᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮢᮙᮞᮛ ᮔᮕᮕᮠᮜᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮓᮤᮑᮢ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮓᮢᮑᮦᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮣᮟ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮜᮙᮒᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮠᮕᮢᮖᮟᮢᮝ ᮧᮕᮜᮜ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮨᮑᮝᮣᯉ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮢᮑᮔᮕᮣ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮝᮕᮕᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᯚᮥ᮵ᮣ ᮢᮕᮡᮥᮙᮢᮕᮝᮕᮞᮤᮣᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮛᮞᮕᮧ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᯚᮥ ᮣᮘᮟᮧ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮟᮦᮕᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮜᮑᮠ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮟᮔᮩᮺ ᮓᮑᮥᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮣᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮑᮙᮞᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮞᮟᮞᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮘᮑᮢᮝ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣ ᮰ᮓᮑᮢᮕ᮰ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮑᮜᮜᮟᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮛᮙᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮜᮟᮦᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮣᮤᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮝᮥᮣᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮩᮼ ᯝᮤᮘᮕᮢᮧᮙᮣᮕᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮞᮟ ᮓᮘᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮕᮑᮢ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮑᮣᮛ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮔᮕᮦᮟᮥᮢ ᮇᮕᮞ ᯚᮑᮞ ᮠᮢᮕᮝᮑᮤᮥᮢᮕᮜᮩᮼ

ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮣᮤᮻᮓᮑᮣᮕ ᮣᮓᮕᮞᮑᮢᮙᮟᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮖᮥᮢᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮞᮤᮑᮞᮗᮜᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᯑᮘᮕᮞ ᮈᮙᮑᮟᮡᮙᯉ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮟ ᮘᮟᮝᮕ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔᯍ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮠᮑᮧᮞᯉ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮞᮕᮕᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮟᮒᮕᮔᮙᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮔᮟ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮟᮜᮔᮼ

ᯏᮘᮺ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮑᮞᮞᮟᮩᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ ᮢᮑᮙᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕᮺ ᮔᮕᮦᮟᮙᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮖᮙᮨᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᯑᮘᮕᮞ ᮈᮙᮑᮟᮡᮙᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮤᮧᮙᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᯑᮘᮕᮞ ᮈᮙᮑᮟᮡᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮧᮢᮙᮣᮤ ᮟᮠᮕᮞ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮼ

ᮀᮢᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮑᮓᮘ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮺ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮒᮩ ᮟᮞᮕᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮓᮑᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮓᮢᮑᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮓᮟᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮙᮤᮼ

ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮙᮞᮟᮢ ᮠᮑᮙᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮟᮦᮕᮺ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮤᯍ

᮰ᯏᮘᮼᮼᮼ ᮞᮗᮘᮯ᮰

ᯑᮘᮕᮞ ᮈᮙᮑᮟᮡᮙ ᮣᮥᮒᮓᮟᮞᮣᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮢᮩ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮜᮟᮥᮔᮜᮩᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮢᮕᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮟᮥᮤᮘᮼ

᮰ᮃᮘᮘᮘᮼ᮰ ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ᮵ᮣ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮜᮕᮑᮞᮕᮔ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕ ᮤᮟ ᯑᮘᮕᮞ ᮈᮙᮑᮟᮡᮙ᮵ᮣᮺ ᮓᮥᮢᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕᮼ ᮰ᮉᮟᮥ ᮞᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮡᮥᮙᮕᮤᮕᮢᮼ᮰

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮡᮥᮙᮕᮤᮜᮩ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮜᮑᮣᮣᮢᮟᮟᮝ ᮔᮟᮟᮢᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮠᮕᮢᮖᮕᮓᮤᮜᮩᮼ ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮙᮓᮥᮜᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮥᮠᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮔᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮢᮕᮤᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮣᮜᮙᮦᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮢᮕᮑᮣᮟᮞᮼ

᮰…ᮯ᮰

ᯑᮘᮕᮞ ᮈᮙᮑᮟᮡᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤ ᮠᮟᮥᮞᮔᮕᮔᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮥᮠᮙᮜᮣ ᮔᮙᮜᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮙᮞᮥᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮟᮜᮔ ᮣᮧᮕᮑᮤ ᮒᮕᮑᮔᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮼ

ᯏ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮤᮕᮢᮢᮙᮖᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮼ ᯔᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮛᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔᮼ

ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮙᮣᮓᮕᮢᮞ ᯑᮘᮕᮞ ᮈᮙᮑᮟᮡᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮖᮕᮑᮢᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕᮔᮺ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮘᮥᮞᮔᮢᮕᮔ ᮖᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢᮣᮺ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮔᮑᮢᮛᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮗᮢᮕᮧ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮔᮕᮕᮠᮕᮢᮼ

᮰ᯒᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮧᮟᮢᮢᮩᮺ ᯗ ᮠᮢᮟᮒᮑᮒᮜᮩ ᮧᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮛᮙᮜᮜ ᮩᮟᮥᮼ ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᯗ ᮓᮑᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮒᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮩᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮟ ᮙᮤᮼ ᯐᮥᮤᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮣᮘᮑᮢᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮗᮜᮑᮞᮓᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮟᮔᮙᮥᮝᮺ ᮧᮑᮜᮛᮕᮔ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮠᮙᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮻᮑᮒᮑᮞᮔᮟᮞᮕᮔ ᮢᮕᮔ ᮠᮕᮞᮺ ᮗᮢᮙᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮒᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᯑᮘᮕᮞ ᮈᮙᮑᮟᮡᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮼ

᮰ᮉᮟᮥᮢ ᮠᮕᮢᮓᮕᮠᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮘᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮠᮟᮟᮢᮺ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛᯍ ᯖᮑᮦᮕᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮞᮟᮤᮙᮓᮕᮔ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮒᮥᮣᮩ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᯍ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮠᮕᮞ ᮤᮙᮠ ᮔᮑᮞᮓᮕᮔ ᮞᮕᮑᮢ ᯑᮘᮕᮞ ᮈᮙᮑᮟᮡᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮒᮑᮜᮜᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᮣᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮓᮑᮝᮕᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮒᮢᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᯑᮘᮕᮞ ᮈᮙᮑᮟᮡᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮜᮑᮣᮘᮕᮣᮺ ᮝᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ ᮔᮢᮩ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮒᮑᮜᮜᮣ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮙᮞᮥᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮛᮙᮜᮜ ᮝᮕᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮛᮙᮜᮜ ᮝᮕᮼᮼᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮤᮕᮢᮢᮙᮖᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮔᮕᮑᮤᮘᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮔ ᮠᮕᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮓᮘᮑᮜᮛ ᮔᮥᮣᮤᮼ ᯑᮘᮕᮞ ᮈᮙᮑᮟᮡᮙ ᮛᮞᮕᮧ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑ ᮠᮕᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮙᮓᮥᮜᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮢᮙᮠ ᮤᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮼ ᯗᮖ ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ᮵ᮣ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮓᮓᮙᮔᮕᮞᮤᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮜᮟᮟᮣᮕᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮔ ᮠᮕᮞ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮔᮙᮢᮕᮓᮤᮜᮩ ᮤᮟᮥᮓᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮒᮑᮜᮜᮼ

ᯛᮟᮣᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕᮜᮩᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮗᮢᮑ᮪ᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮑᮝᮑᮗᮕ ᮙᮞᮖᮜᮙᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮠᮕᮢᮝᮑᮞᮕᮞᮤᮼ

᮰ᯒᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮘᮙᮗᮘᮜᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮩᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ ᮉᮟᮥ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮞᮟ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮕᮝᮑᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮢᮕᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮝᮕᮼ ᯓᮦᮕᮢᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᯗ ᮗᮑᮦᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮝᮕᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮓᮘᮑᮢᮙᮤᮩᮺ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮝᮥᮣᮕ ᮝᮩᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮢᮕᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮢᮕᮤᮓᮘ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮩᮟᮥᮼ ᯒᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛ ᮣᮟ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮟᮖ ᮩᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖᮺ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔᯍ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮔ ᮠᮕᮞ ᮥᮜᮤᮙᮝᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮠᮙᮕᮢᮓᮕ ᯑᮘᮕᮞ ᮈᮙᮑᮟᮡᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮣᮓᮢᮑᮠᮕ ᮠᮑᮣᮤ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮖᮑᮙᮞᮤ ᮢᮕᮔ ᮝᮑᮢᮛᮺ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮦᮙᮦᮙᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔᮼ

ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮕᮤ ᯑᮘᮕᮞ ᮈᮙᮑᮟᮡᮙ ᮗᮟᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮣᮙᮔᮕᮺ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮕᮼ

ᯑᮘᮕᮞ ᮈᮙᮑᮟᮡᮙ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮜᮑᮨᮕᮔᮺ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮔᮕᮕᮠᮜᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩ ᮘᮕᮜᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮼ

᮰ᮃᮞᮑᮠᮯ᮰

ᯐᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮢᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮡᮥᮙᮔ ᮣᮠᮜᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮑᮢᮤᮙᮖᮙᮓᮙᮑᮜ ᮢᮕᮔ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜ ᮑᮣ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮙᮞᮖᮕᮢᮙᮟᮢ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮞᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᮒᮕᮞᮕᮑᮤᮘ ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗ᮵ᮣ ᮝᮑᮣᮛᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮒᮢᮟᮛᮕᮞ ᮢᮕᮔ ᮠᮕᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮓᮑᮣᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮤᮟᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮢᮑᮣᮘ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮒᮩ ᯚᮥ ᮉᮑᮡᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮔᮙᮣᮗᮥᮣᮤᮺ ᮖᮜᮙᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮢᮙᮣᮤᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮞᮟ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮠᮑᮙᮔ ᮑᮤᮤᮕᮞᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮤᮟ ᯑᮘᮕᮞ ᮈᮙᮑᮟᮡᮙᮺ ᮧᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮕᮑᮢᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮒᮥ᮪᮪ᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮝᮙᮞᮔ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮖᮟᮓᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮑᮛᮕᮞ ᮑ ᮤᮑᮨᮙ ᮤᮟᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᮢᮥᮣᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮟᮝᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮟᮢᮤᮕᮣᮤ ᮠᮟᮣᮣᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮼ

ᮄᮟᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮠᮜᮕᮞᮙᮣᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮟᮦᮕᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮜᮙᮒᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮠᮑᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮟᮟᮢᮺ ᮤᮙᮔᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮔᮙᮣᮘᮕᮦᮕᮜᮕᮔ ᮓᮜᮟᮤᮘᮕᮣᮼ

ᯏᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮛᮕᮩ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮞᮤ ᮔᮟᮟᮢ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕᮣ ᮖᮢᮟ᮪ᮕ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮼ

ᯒᮙᮣᮗᮥᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᮅᮤᮤᮕᮢᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮣᮗᮥᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮔᮙᮣᮗᮥᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮊᮘᮙᮼ

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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