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

Chapter 31

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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ᯏᮣ ᮑ ᮣᮕᮢᮙᮕᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮕᮑᮢᮻᮠᮙᮕᮢᮓᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮣᮙᮞᮙᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᮓᮑᮓᮛᮜᮕᮣ ᮢᮑᮞᮗ ᮟᮥᮤᮺ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮢᮟᮥᮠ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮙᮞᮓᮤᮙᮦᮕᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮕᮑᮢᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮣᮤᮢᮥᮓᮤᮙᮦᮕ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟ ᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮞᮑᮙᮜᮣ ᮣᮓᮢᮑᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮒᮜᮑᮓᮛᮒᮟᮑᮢᮔᮺ ᮣᮕᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮘᮙᮦᮕᮢᮣ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮣᮠᮙᮞᮕᮣᮼ

ᯏᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮝᮟᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮙᮞᮥᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮜᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮕᮑᮢᮣᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮣᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗᮼᮼᮼ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮑ ᮝᮕᮢᮕ ᮩᮕᮜᮜᮟᮧᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮢᮙᮔᮙᮓᮥᮜᮟᮥᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮨᮑᮗᮗᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣᯍ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮞᮑᮙᮦᮕ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔᮺ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮢᮑ᮪ᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣ “ᮃᮥᮝᮝᮟᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᯒᮕᮙᮤᮙᮕᮣ”ᮼ

ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮓᮑᮠᮙᮤᮑᮜ ᮔᮙᮔ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ ᮠᮟᮣᮣᮕᮣᮣᯍ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮑᮗᮕ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮑ ᮖᮢᮑᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮟᮧᮞᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮓᮑᮔᮕᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯒᮕᮞᮗ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮕᮣᮤᮑᮒᮜᮙᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᯐᮑᮙᮜᮙ ᯑᮙᮤᮩ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮑᮗᮕᮼ

ᯖᮟᮧ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮁᮙ ᮜᮥᮓᮛ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮑᮒᮣᮟᮢᮒᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮓᮜᮙᮞᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯒᮕᮞᮗ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮩᯍ ᯖᮟᮧ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮣᮥᮒᮔᮥᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮑ ᮩᮕᮜᮜᮟᮧᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞᯍ

ᯖᮟᮧ ᮢᮙᮔᮙᮓᮥᮜᮟᮥᮣᮯ

“ᮇᮘᮩ ᮔᮟ ᯗ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮗᮘᮟᮣᮤ ᮙᮣ ᮝᮟᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮣᯍ”

ᯚᮙᮥ ᯕᮥᮟᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮔ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮝᮙᮣᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮙᮞᮙᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᮜᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤᮕᮢᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮙᮞᮔᮙᮦᮙᮔᮥᮑᮜᮣ ᮣᮥᮢᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᮺ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮙᮞᮥᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮥᮞᮜᮕᮑᮣᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮟᮓᮛᮕᮢᮩ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮢᮙᮔᮙᮓᮥᮜᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮕᮞᮕᮤᮢᮑᮤᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮒᮟᮞᮕᮣᮼ

ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮞᮕᮨᮠᮜᮙᮓᮑᮒᮜᮩ ᮙᮞᮖᮥᮢᮙᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᯚᮙᮥ ᯕᮥᮟᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗ ᮕᮨᮤᮢᮕᮝᮕᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮣᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕᮔᮼ

ᮉᮕᮤᮺ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮓᮟᮞᮔᮕᮣᮓᮕᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮟᮓᮛᮕᮢᮩᮺ ᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮘᮕᮜᮠᮜᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮥᮠᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣ ᮑᮞ ᮥᮞᮞᮑᮝᮕᮔ ᮢᮑᮗᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮙᮞ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮼ

“ᯗᮤ ᮙᮣ ᮝᮟᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮣᮼ”

ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ ᮤᮟᮟᮛ ᮑ ᮔᮕᮕᮠ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘᮺ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮑᮜᮙᮣᮝᮑᮞ ᮠᮑᮠᮕᮢ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮼ

“ᯗ ᮟᮢᮙᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮑ ᮧᮑᮩ ᮟᮥᮤᮺ ᮝᮑᮛᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮠᮙᮤ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯒᮕᮞᮗ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮩ᮵ᮣ ᮁᮙ ᮜᮥᮓᮛᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮗᮟ ᮢᮕᮙᮞᮓᮑᮢᮞᮑᮤᮕᮼ”

“ᯜᮟᮧᮼᮼᮼ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮙᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮠᮙᮤ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯒᮕᮞᮗ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮩ᮵ᮣ ᮁᮙ ᮜᮥᮓᮛᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮜᮩ ᮑᮞᮞᮙᮘᮙᮜᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮝᮕᮯ”

ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ ᮤᮟᮢᮕ ᮥᮠ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮜᮖᮻᮔᮢᮑᮧᮞ ᮤᮑᮜᮙᮣᮝᮑᮞ ᮠᮑᮠᮕᮢ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮙᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮢᮥᮣᮘ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮛᮕᮤᮓᮘ ᮑᮞᮕᮧᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔᮣ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮗᮢᮕᮧ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮔᮙᮣᮤᮙᮞᮓᮤᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮦᮙᮢᮟᮞᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮙᮞ ᯘᮙᮞ ᯐᮑᮙᮘᮑᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯜᮟ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮠᮕᮞᮕᮤᮢᮑᮤᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮣ ᮔᮕᮕᮠ ᮙᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᯉ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮙᮤᮓᮘᮻᮒᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮣ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮧ ᮢᮟᮑᮢᮼ

ᮃᮕᮦᮕᮢᮑᮜ ᮠᮑᮜᮕ ᮓᮟᮢᮠᮣᮕᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮞᮕᮓᮛᮣ ᮕᮞᮣᮞᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮓᮘᮑᮙᮞᮣᮺ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮖᮜᮟᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮣᮟ ᮔᮙᮣᮖᮙᮗᮥᮢᮕᮔ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮥᮞᮢᮕᮓᮟᮗᮞᮙ᮪ᮑᮒᮜᮕᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮩ ᮘᮟᮦᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮝᮙᮔᮻᮑᮙᮢᮺ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮔᮢᮙᮖᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮟᮢᮧᮑᮢᮔᮼᮼᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮩ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮜᮩ ᮤᮕᮢᮢᮙᮖᮩᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᯏᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᯒᮕᮞᮗ ᮃᮘᮥᮡᮙ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮜᮩ ᮤᮕᮢᮢᮙᮖᮙᮕᮔᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮣᮕᮕᮞ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑ ᮣᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ ᯖᮕᮢ ᮜᮕᮗᮣ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮚᮕᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮑᮠᮣᮕᮔ ᮟᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮼ

ᯚᮙᮥ ᯕᮥᮟᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮢᮕᮤᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮔᮕᮗᮢᮕᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮟᮣᮥᮢᮕᮼ ᯖᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮺ ᮤᮢᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮙᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮧᮑᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮕᮣᮓᮑᮠᮕᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮙᮞ ᮔᮟᮟᮢ ᮒᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮣᮘᮥᮤᮺ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮞᮟ ᮢᮕᮤᮢᮕᮑᮤᮼ

“ᯛᮑᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᯐᮑᮙᮺ ᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩᮼ”

ᯏᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮺ ᯚᮙᮥ ᯕᮥᮟᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮞᮟ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮝᮑᮙᮞᮤᮑᮙᮞ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮣᮘᮢᮕᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮟᮣᮥᮢᮕᯉ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮕᮔ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮼ

“ᮂᮙᮣᮕᮯ”

ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ ᮝᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮓᮑᮞᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮜᮕᮤ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮜᮔ ᮣᮞᮟᮢᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮔᮙᮢᮕᮓᮤᮜᮩ ᮑᮖᮖᮙᮨᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮑᮜᮙᮣᮝᮑᮞ ᮠᮑᮠᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮟᮔᮩᮼ

ᯗᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮑᮜᮙᮣᮝᮑᮞ ᮠᮑᮠᮕᮢ ᮒᮥᮢᮣᮤ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮖᮜᮑᮝᮕᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮣᮘᮙᮖᮤᮕᮔ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮼ

ᯏᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮒᮟᮤᮘ ᯒᮕᮞᮗ ᮃᮘᮥᮡᮙ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯚᮙᮥ ᯕᮥᮟᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮔᮥᮝᮒᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔᮕᮔᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮓᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮑᮜᮙᮣᮝᮑᮞ ᮠᮑᮠᮕᮢ ᮣᮠᮟᮞᮤᮑᮞᮕᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮝᮒᮥᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮓᮢᮑᮓᮛᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮕᮨᮙᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔᮦᮙᮕᮧᮼ

ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞᮺ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮝᮑᮙᮞᮤᮑᮙᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮜᮑᮔᮩᮻᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮠᮟᮣᮤᮥᮢᮕᮺ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮟᮟᮛ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮕᮠ ᮖᮟᮢᮧᮑᮢᮔᮼ

ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮣᮤᮕᮠ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮖᮙᮢᮝ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢᮖᮥᮜᮺ ᮣᮥᮒᮤᮜᮩ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮒᮙᮤ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮖᮙᮔᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮒᮟᮤᮘ ᯒᮕᮞᮗ ᮃᮘᮥᮡᮙ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯚᮙᮥ ᯕᮥᮟᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮗᮘᮟᮣᮤ ᮓᮟᮢᮠᮣᮕᮣᮺ ᮒᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮓᮘᮑᮙᮞᮣᮺ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮖᮢᮟ᮪ᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮣᮘᮑᮢᮠ ᮗᮜᮑᮞᮓᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮑᮙᮞᮣ ᮒᮙᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮕᮝᮙᮤᮤᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮘᮑᮢᮣᮘ ᮝᮕᮤᮑᮜᮜᮙᮓ ᮓᮜᮑᮞᮗᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮑᮢᮻᮠᮙᮕᮢᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮞᮕᮕᮢᮣ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮓᮕᮑᮣᮕᮔ ᮑᮒᮢᮥᮠᮤᮜᮩᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮑᮙᮢ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮟᮜᮙᮔᮙᮖᮩ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮣᮙᮜᮕᮞᮤ ᮑᮤᮝᮟᮣᮠᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮑᮣᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞᮼᮼᮼ ᯜᮟᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮓᮑᮠᮑᮒᮜᮕᯍ

“ᯗ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮛᮙᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮗᮘᮟᮣᮤᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮠᮕᮤᮤᮩ ᮗᮘᮟᮣᮤ ᮣᮤᮕᮑᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮁᮙ ᮜᮥᮓᮛᮼ”

“ᯚᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮟᮞᮕᮺ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᯒᮑᮟ ᮓᮥᮜᮤᮙᮦᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮙᮣ ᮣᮘᮑᮜᮜᮟᮧᮼ ᯒᮟ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮞᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮙᮞᮦᮙᮤᮕ ᮝᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮟᮣᮣᮕᮣᮣ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑ ᮝᮙᮞᮟᮢ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢᯍ ᯜᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮝᮙᮞᮔᮺ ᮗᮕᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮢᮙᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮙᮤ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮒᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮕᮜᮙᮝᮙᮞᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮝᮕᮞᮑᮓᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕᮼ”

“ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢᮧᮑᮢᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮝᮥᮞᮕᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮒᮕ ᮑᮣ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮗᮢᮑᮞᮔᮖᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮤᮙᮠᮥᮜᮑᮤᮕᮔᯈ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮕ ᮚᮑᮢᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮗᮟᮟᮔ ᮧᮙᮞᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮕ ᮣᮤᮙᮓᮛᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮗᮟᮟᮔ ᮙᮞᮓᮕᮞᮣᮕᮼ”

ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮣᮕᮜᮖᮻᮝᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮓᮑᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮘᮙᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮙᮜᮔᮞᮕᮣᮣᮼ

“ᮇᮑᮙᮤᮺ ᮝᮑᮩ ᯗ ᮑᮣᮛ ᮧᮘᮙᮓᮘ ᮙᮝᮝᮟᮢᮤᮑᮜ ᮠᮑᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯑᮕᮜᮕᮣᮤᮙᮑᮜ ᮙᮣ ᮖᮢᮟᮝᯍ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮘᮥᮝᮒᮜᮕ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮝᮕᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮣᮙᮔᮕᮣ ᮘᮕᮢᮕᮺ ᮥᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮢᮙᮓᮛ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮑᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮦᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯗ ᮧᮟᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮙᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯑᮕᮜᮕᮣᮤᮙᮑᮜ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮣᮠᮑᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮘᮥᮝᮒᮜᮕ ᮟᮞᮕᯉ ᯗ ᮑᮝ ᮧᮙᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮙᮦᮕ ᮥᮠ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᯗ᮵ᮦᮕ ᮑᮓᮓᮥᮝᮥᮜᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮞᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮩᮓᮜᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮢᮕᮙᮞᮓᮑᮢᮞᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮢᮕᮒᮟᮢᮞᮼ”

ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮣ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮓᮤᮺ ᮑ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕᮺ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮞᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮟᮜᮜᮑᮒᮜᮩᮺ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮢᮑᮞᮗ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᮼ

ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮢᮕᮓᮕᮙᮦᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞᮺ ᮘᮟᮧᮕᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮧᮑᮣ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮣᮞᮕᮕᮢᮺ ᮑ ᮤᮑᮣᮤᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮑᮢᮓᮑᮣᮝ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮔᮙᮣᮔᮑᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮔᮕᮞᮤᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮜᮕᮦᮟᮜᮕᮞᮤ ᮗᮘᮟᮣᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮕᮑᮢᮜᮙᮕᮢ ᮝᮟᮓᮛᮕᮢᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᮼ

“ᮇᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮕᯍ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮘᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮢᮕᮡᮥᮕᮣᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮝᮕᮼ ᮃᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮘᮕᮢᮕᮺ ᯗ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮣᮜᮑᮩᮺ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮔᮕᮜᮙᮦᮕᮢᮼ ᯕᮟ ᮖᮙᮗᮥᮢᮕ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮠᮢᮟᮦᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮩᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ”

“ᯏᮞᮔ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮛᮙᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮗᮘᮟᮣᮤ ᮔᮑᮢᮕᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮣᮛ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮝᮩ ᮞᮑᮝᮕᯍ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮔᮑᮝᮞ ᮗᮢᮕᮑᮤᮻᮗᮢᮑᮞᮔᮖᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢᮯ”

“ᮂᮙᮣᮕᮯ”

ᯏ ᮓᮘᮑᮙᮞ ᮣᮘᮟᮤ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮢᮕᮣᮠᮟᮞᮣᮕᮺ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮔᮢᮑᮗᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮢᮥᮗᮗᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮣᮘᮑᮔᮟᮧ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮠᮤᮘᮣ ᮟᮖ ᯘᮙᮞ ᯐᮑᮙᮘᮑᮞᮼ

ᯔᮑᮓᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑᮒᮣᮟᮜᮥᮤᮕ ᮣᮥᮠᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮦᮕ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮣᮘᮑᮔᮟᮧ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮟ ᮢᮟᮟᮝ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮢᮕᮣᮙᮣᮤᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮒᮕᮩᮟᮞᮔ ᮣᮤᮢᮥᮗᮗᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮑᮙᮜᮙᮞᮗᮼ

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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