Burning Love Letters at Midnight, the Tsundere Ghost Wife Haunts My Dreams

Chapter 14

Burning Love Letters at Midnight, the Tsundere Ghost Wife Haunts My Dreams

After going bankrupt and losing my job as a customer service rep, I turned to late-night livestreams crafting paper effigies—only to become an underworld sensation. But my newfound fame attracted a horde of possessive ghost brides. “The last set of immortal-binding ropes has been bought by our top patron, sis~” “Freshly woven paper-red silk, so strong even the King of Hell can’t break free❤” “Huh? You ladies want to… test them yourselves? W-Wait—” Now, tied up like a dumpling in a paper wedding chamber, I finally understand— They were never obsessed with my paper crafts… but with me. The qipao-clad ghost presses her bone hairpin to my throat: “The flowers you fold belong only to me.” The crimson bride drapes her veil over my eyes: “The wedding gowns you burn are mine alone to wear.” “The paper dolls you cut…” Their icy fingers trace my face in a hungry chorus, “…must bear only our likeness, forever❤” “You ghosts only ever think about yourselves!” “Lies—our thoughts are full of you!”

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“ᯗᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮒᮕᮘᮑᮦᮕᮺ ᯗ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮢᮕᮣᮤᮢᮑᮙᮞ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᯐᮙᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᯗᮝᮝᮟᮢᮤᮑᮜ ᮄᮑᮜᮙᮣᮝᮑᮞ ᮑᮤ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮼ”

ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ ᮤᮟᮢᮕ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯐᮙᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᯗᮝᮝᮟᮢᮤᮑᮜ ᮄᮑᮜᮙᮣᮝᮑᮞ ᮣᮤᮥᮓᮛ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮤᮑᮜᮙᮣᮝᮑᮞᮺ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮥᮣᮕᮜᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮠᮙᮜᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮑᮣᮘᮕᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮦᮑᮞᮙᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮙᮢᮼ

ᯗ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮑᮩᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮟᮜᮯ

ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮑ ᮣᮥᮢᮗᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮕᮓᮢᮕᮤ ᮔᮕᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮤᮥᮔᮙᮕᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮣᮟ ᮝᮑᮞᮩ ᮩᮕᮑᮢᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮣᮘᮟᮧᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮕᮨᮠᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮧᮟᮢᮛᮼ

ᮇᮙᮤᮘ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮙᮕᮣᮺ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮕᮑᮣᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮑᮩ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮕ ᮘᮥᮞᮔᮢᮕᮔ ᮝᮙᮜᮜᮙᮟᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮔᮕᮒᮤᯍ

ᯝᮞᮓᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮖᮢᮕᮕᮺ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕᮣᮕ ᮣᮛᮙᮜᮜᮣᮺ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮒᮕ ᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮟ ᮧᮘᮑᮤᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔᯍ

ᯐᮕᮑᮥᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜ ᮩᮟᮥᮞᮗ ᮧᮟᮝᮕᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮟᮜᮔᮕᮢ ᮣᮙᮣᮤᮕᮢᮣᮺ ᮜᮥᮨᮥᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮝᮑᮞᮣᮙᮟᮞᮣᮺ ᮩᮑᮓᮘᮤᮣᮺ ᮣᮠᮟᮢᮤᮣ ᮓᮑᮢᮣ—ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮟᮞᮕᮩ ᮥᮞᮤᮙᮜ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮣ ᮧᮕᮞᮤ ᮞᮥᮝᮒᮺ ᮞᮟ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮢᮙᮕᮣᮼ ᮇᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮠ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮔᮑᮩ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮒᮕᮔ ᮣᮠᮑᮞᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮣᮑᮞᮔᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮡᮥᮑᮢᮕ ᮝᮕᮤᮕᮢᮣᮺ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮝᮑᮙᮔ ᮟᮥᮤᮖᮙᮤᮣ ᮒᮟᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮕᮢᮦᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮔᮢᮙᮞᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮒᮟᮧᮜ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮟᮩ ᮝᮙᮜᮛ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮛᮖᮑᮣᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮟᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮑᮞᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮼ

ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮖᮕ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮙᮞᮓᮢᮕᮔᮙᮒᮜᮩ ᮣᮑᮤᮙᮣᮖᮩᮙᮞᮗᮼ

“ᯜᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮺ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮼ”

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᯚᮙᮥ ᯖᮑᮞ᮪ᮘᮙ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮢᮕᮗᮑᮙᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮟᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮙᮔᮩ ᮥᮠ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮝᮕᮣᮣᮩ ᮘᮟᮝᮕᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮤᮙᮠᮤᮟᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮑᮢᮛ ᮢᮕᮔ ᮵ᯒᮟᮥᮒᮜᮕ ᯖᮑᮠᮠᮙᮞᮕᮣᮣ᮵ ᮓᮘᮑᮢᮑᮓᮤᮕᮢ ᮠᮑᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮙᮞᮔᮟᮧᮼ ᯚᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮵ᯒᮟᮥᮒᮜᮕ ᯖᮑᮠᮠᮙᮞᮕᮣᮣ᮵ ᮓᮘᮑᮢᮑᮓᮤᮕᮢ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮠᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗᮜᮩ ᮓᮥᮤ ᮟᮥᮤᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮜᮟᮣᮣᮼ

ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮣ ᯚᮙᮥ ᯖᮑᮞ᮪ᮘᮙ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮒᮥᮣᮩ ᮤᮙᮔᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞ ᮛᮞᮟᮓᮛ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮟᮟᮢᮼ

ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ ᮠᮑᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯚᮙᮥ ᯖᮑᮞ᮪ᮘᮙ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮖᮢᮑᮙᮔᮼ

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮕ ᮘᮥᮞᮔᮢᮕᮔ ᮝᮙᮜᮜᮙᮟᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮔᮕᮒᮤᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮡᮥᮙᮤᮕ ᮓᮟᮝᮝᮟᮞ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮔᮕᮒᮤ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮕᮓᮤᮟᮢᮣᮺ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮥᮗᮣᮺ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮛᮞᮟᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᯍ

ᯐᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮔᮕᮒᮤᮺ ᮙᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮑᮢᮤᮩ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮒᮟᮝᮒᮑᮢᮔᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮕᮨᮤᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮘᮟᮞᮕ ᮓᮑᮜᮜᮣᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮙᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮠᮑᮩ ᮙᮤ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮼ

ᯏᮞᮩᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞᮑᮜ ᮣᮑᮖᮕᮤᮩ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮑᮤᮕᮞᮕᮔᮼ ᯏᮤ ᮧᮟᮢᮣᮤᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮘᮟᮞᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮞᮥᮝᮒᮕᮢᮺ ᮝᮟᮦᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤ ᮑ ᮞᮕᮧ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮕᮤᮘᮟᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮔᮕᮒᮤ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮕᮞᮤᮙᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮗᮕᮞᮤᮜᮕᮝᮕᮞᮺ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮦᮙᮜᮜᮑᮙᮞᮣᮼ

ᮃᮟᮺ ᮟᮖᮖᮜᮙᮞᮕ ᮔᮕᮒᮤ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮔᮕᮖᮙᮞᮙᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮕᮨᮙᮣᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮓᮙᮦᮙᮜᮙ᮪ᮕᮔᮺ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮣᮟ ᮓᮙᮦᮙᮜᮙ᮪ᮕᮔᮼ

“ᯒᮕᮒᮤ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮕᮓᮤᮟᮢᮣᯍ”

ᯚᮙᮥ ᯖᮑᮞ᮪ᮘᮙ ᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔ ᮣᮥᮒᮓᮟᮞᮣᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩᮼ

ᯝᮤᮘᮕᮢᮧᮙᮣᮕᮺ ᯚᮙᮥ ᯖᮑᮞ᮪ᮘᮙ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮖᮙᮗᮥᮢᮕ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮕᮜᮣᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮛᮞᮟᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟ ᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩᮼ

“ᯜᮟᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕᮜᮩᮼ”

ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ ᮣᮘᮟᮟᮛ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮼ

“ᯏᮜᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᯗ ᮟᮧᮕ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮝᮟᮞᮕᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮗᮥᮩᮣ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮓᮑᮜᮜ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮕᮨᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮕᮓᮤ ᮔᮕᮒᮤᯉ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ᮵ᮦᮕ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮩ ᮘᮟᮥᮣᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮟᮞᮓᮕᮼ”

ᮇᮘᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮔᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮕ ᮔᮑᮩᮣ ᮣᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮢᮕᮒᮙᮢᮤᮘ ᮟᮢ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮢᮙᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮝᮕᮝᮟᮢᮙᮕᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮙᮞᮔᮕᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮞᮟ ᮟᮖᮖᮜᮙᮞᮕ ᮔᮕᮒᮤ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮓᮑᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮟᮢ ᮤᮕᮨᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮑᮤᮤᮙᮤᮥᮔᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮔᮕᮣᮓᮢᮙᮒᮕᮔ ᮑᮣ ᮒᮑᮔᮼ

ᯗᮞ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮑᮢᮙᮣᮟᮞᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮓᮢᮥᮙᮤᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮑᮞᮙᮕᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮢᮕᮚᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮢᮕᮣᮥᮝᮕᮣ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮧᮟᮢᮣᮕ ᮑᮤᮤᮙᮤᮥᮔᮕᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮒᮤ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮕᮓᮤᮟᮢᮣᮼ

ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮓᮜᮥᮒ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕᮼᮼᮼ

“ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮛᮙᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮝᮟᮞᮕᮩ ᮔᮟ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮟᮧᮕᯍ”

“ᯗᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮑ ᮔᮕᮒᮤ ᮜᮕᮖᮤ ᮒᮩ ᮝᮩ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮩᮼ ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮕ ᮘᮥᮞᮔᮢᮕᮔ ᮝᮙᮜᮜᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᯗᮖ ᮑᮞᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮕᮓᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮞᮕᮩ ᮑᮤ ᮑᮜᮜᮼ”

ᯏᮣ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ ᮣᮠᮟᮛᮕᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮠᮕᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮕᮕᮠᮘᮟᮜᮕᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮔᮑᮧᮞᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮢᮢᮙᮔᮟᮢ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮝᮑᮛᮕ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮣᮕᮦᮕᮢᮑᮜ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮣᮥᮙᮤᮣᮺ ᮘᮟᮜᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮢᮙᮕᮖᮓᮑᮣᮕᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮟᮜᮔᮕᮢᮣᮼ

ᯏᮞᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞ ᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔ ᮒᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᮺ ᮘᮟᮜᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮢᮕᮓᮟᮢᮔᮕᮢᮺ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮨᮤᮢᮕᮝᮕᮜᮩ ᮖᮟᮢᮝᮑᮜᮼ

ᯖᮟᮧᮕᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮑᮖᮢᮑᮙᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮔᮢᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮒᮥᮢᮜᮩ ᮝᮕᮞ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮣᮘᮑᮦᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮣᮺ ᮤᮑᮤᮤᮟᮟᮕᮔ ᮑᮢᮝᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮤᮙᮓᮛᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮣᮼ

ᯑᮜᮙᮓᮛᮼ

ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮟᮟᮢᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮗᮥᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮣᮕ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮓᮟᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮕᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮥᮣᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮢᮕᮜᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮔᮕᮒᮤᮼ

“ᯛᮙᮣᮣ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞᮺ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᯍ”

“ᮉᮕᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮝᮕᮼᮼᮼ ᯛᮑᮩ ᯗ ᮑᮣᮛ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮢᮕᯍ”

ᮃᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ ᮟᮠᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮟᮟᮢᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮣᮥᮙᮤᮣ ᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮥᮤᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮣᮠᮟᮛᮕ ᮥᮠᮼ

“ᯗᮔᮕᮞᮤᮙᮤᮩ ᮓᮟᮞᮖᮙᮢᮝᮕᮔᮼ ᯗᮞ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮓᮑᮣᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮩᮟᮥᮼ”

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮜᮕᮑᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮑᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮙᮤ ᮠᮟᮜᮙᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮖᮟᮜᮔᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞᮼ

ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮟᮜᮔᮕᮢᮺ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮒᮙᮤ ᮒᮕᮧᮙᮜᮔᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮑᮞᮩ ᮟᮧᮞᮕᮢᮣᮘᮙᮠ ᮤᮢᮑᮞᮣᮖᮕᮢ ᮑᮗᮢᮕᮕᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮑᮞᮩ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮟᮜᮔ ᮖᮥᮞᮕᮢᮑᮜ ᮣᮥᮠᮠᮜᮙᮕᮣᮼ

ᯖᮟᮧᮕᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮑᮞᮩ᮵ᮣ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮞᮓᮙᮑᮜ ᮣᮙᮤᮥᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤ ᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮥᮞᮠᮢᮕᮣᮕᮞᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮟᮓᮕᮔᮥᮢᮕᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮑᮞᮩ᮵ᮣ ᮞᮑᮝᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮡᮥᮙᮤᮕ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮙᮑᮢᮼ

ᮀᮑᮦᮙᮜᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮂᮕᮒᮙᮢᮤᮘᯍ

ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ ᮢᮕᮝᮕᮝᮒᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮑᮞᮩ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮑᮠᮠᮜᮙᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮜᮙᮦᮕᮣᮤᮢᮕᮑᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮓᮑᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮀᮑᮦᮙᮜᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮂᮕᮒᮙᮢᮤᮘᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮒᮜᮑᮞᮛ ᮑᮓᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮦᮕᮣᮤᮢᮕᮑᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮓᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤ ᮖᮟᮜᮜᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮞᮑᮝᮕᮔ ᮀᮑᮦᮙᮜᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮂᮕᮒᮙᮢᮤᮘᮼ

ᯏᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮥᮞᮕᮢᮑᮜ ᮣᮥᮠᮠᮜᮙᮕᮣ ᮣᮟᮜᮔ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮀᮑᮦᮙᮜᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮂᮕᮒᮙᮢᮤᮘ᮵ᮣ ᮜᮟᮗᮟ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢᮝᮑᮢᮛᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮙᮑᮞᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮜᮕᮗᮑᮜ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮑᮞᮩ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮟᮠᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕ ᮑ ᮧᮙᮔᮕ ᮦᮑᮢᮙᮕᮤᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮖᮥᮞᮕᮢᮑᮜ ᮣᮥᮠᮠᮜᮙᮕᮣᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮠᮙᮤᮩᮼᮼᮼ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮑᮞᮩ ᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮕᮨᮤᮕᮢᮞᮑᮜ ᮔᮕᮒᮤᮺ ᮑ ᮖᮥᮜᮜ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮝᮙᮜᮜᮙᮟᮞᮯ

Burning Love Letters at Midnight, the Tsundere Ghost Wife Haunts My Dreams

After going bankrupt and losing my job as a customer service rep, I turned to late-night livestreams crafting paper effigies—only to become an underworld sensation. But my newfound fame attracted a horde of possessive ghost brides. “The last set of immortal-binding ropes has been bought by our top patron, sis~” “Freshly woven paper-red silk, so strong even the King of Hell can’t break free❤” “Huh? You ladies want to… test them yourselves? W-Wait—” Now, tied up like a dumpling in a paper wedding chamber, I finally understand— They were never obsessed with my paper crafts… but with me. The qipao-clad ghost presses her bone hairpin to my throat: “The flowers you fold belong only to me.” The crimson bride drapes her veil over my eyes: “The wedding gowns you burn are mine alone to wear.” “The paper dolls you cut…” Their icy fingers trace my face in a hungry chorus, “…must bear only our likeness, forever❤” “You ghosts only ever think about yourselves!” “Lies—our thoughts are full of you!”

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