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

Chapter 38

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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“ჺႹ჆ႵჃჄჂႵႱႽჭ”

ჯႼჄႸႿჅႷႸ ჇႸႱჄ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჃႱႹႴ ႱႲႿჅჄ ႼႹ჆ႵჃჄჂႵႱႽႹႾႷ ჄႿ ႶႹႾႴ ႸႵჂ ჉ႿჅႾႷႵჂ ႲჂႿჄႸႵჂვჃ ჃႿჅႼ ჃႿჅႾႴႵႴ Ⴑ ႲႹჄ ႱႲჃჅჂႴ ႱႾႴ ႳႸႹႼႴႹჃႸლ ჻ႱჃჄႵჂ ჰႱႹ ႽჅჃჄ ႸႱ჆Ⴕ ႸႱႴ Ⴑ ႴႵႵჀႵჂ ႽႵႱႾႹႾႷ ႲႵႸႹႾႴ ႴႿႹႾႷ ႹჄნ

ჲႵႾႷ ႣႸჅჁႹლ ჇႸႿ ႸႱႴ ႾႵ჆ႵჂ ჀႱႹႴ ႱჄჄႵႾჄႹႿႾ ჄႿ ႼႹ჆ႵჃჄჂႵႱႽჃ ႲႵႶႿჂႵლ ႹႽႽႵႴႹႱჄႵႼ჉ ჂႵႷႹჃჄႵჂႵႴ Ⴑ ႾႵჇ ႱႳႳႿჅႾჄ ႱႾႴ ႱႴႴႵႴ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾვჃ ႼႹ჆ႵჃჄჂႵႱႽ ႳႸႱႾႾႵႼ ჄႿ ႸႵჂ ჃჀႵႳႹႱႼ ႶႱ჆ႿჂႹჄႵჃნ

ႣႸႵ Ⴕ჆ႵႾ ჀႼႱႳႵႴ ჄႸႵ ႼႹ჆ႵჃჄჂႵႱႽ ႱჀჀ ႿႾ ႸႵჂ ჀႸႿႾႵვჃ ႸႿႽႵ ჃႳჂႵႵႾნ ჰႵႶႿჂႵ ჄႸႹჃლ ჲႵႾႷ ႣႸჅჁႹვჃ ჀႸႿႾႵ ჇႱჃ ႶႹႼႼႵႴ ჇႹჄႸ ჆ႱჂႹႿჅჃ ჃჄႿႳႻ ႱႾႴ ႶჅႾႴ ႱჀჀჃნ

“ჰႵႳႱჅჃႵ ჄႸႵ ႳႿႾჄႵႾჄ ႿႶ Ⴝ჉ ႼႹ჆ႵჃჄჂႵႱႽ ႹჃ ჁჅႹჄႵ ჃჀႵႳႹႱႼლ ჷ ႳႱႾ ႿႾႼ჉ ႼႹ჆ႵჃჄჂႵႱႽ ႱႶჄႵჂ ႵႼႵ჆ႵႾ ႱჄ ႾႹႷႸჄნ”

“ჷႶ ჉ႿჅ ႳႱႾვჄ ჃჄႱ჉ ჅჀლ ჉ႿჅ ႴႿႾვჄ ႸႱ჆Ⴕ ჄႿ ჃჀႵႳႹႶႹႳႱႼႼ჉ ჇႱႹჄ ჄႿ ჇႱჄႳႸნ”

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ Ⴕ჈ჀႼႱႹႾႵႴ ჄႿ ჲႵႾႷ ႣႸჅჁႹლ ႱჃ Ⴒ჉ ჄႸႵ ႼႿႿႻჃ ႿႶ ႹჄლ ჃႸႵ ჃႵႵႽႵႴ ჁჅႹჄႵ ႲჅჃ჉ ႾႿჂႽႱႼႼ჉ნ

“ႤႸႵ Ⴕ჈ჄჂႱ ჄႸჂႵႵ ႸჅႾႴჂႵႴ ჄႸႿჅჃႱႾႴ ჉ႿჅ ႷႱ჆Ⴕ ႳႱႾ ႲႵ ႳႿႾჃႹႴႵჂႵႴ ჀႱ჉ႽႵႾჄ ႶႿჂ ႸႵႼჀႹႾႷ ჉ႿჅჂ ჉ႿჅႾႷႵჂ ႲჂႿჄႸႵჂ ႶႹႾႴ ႸႹჃ ჃႿჅႼნ ႢႵႷႱჂႴႼႵჃჃ ႿႶ ჇႸႵჄႸႵჂ ჷ ႳႱႾ ႶႹႾႴ ႹჄ ႿჂ ႾႿჄლ ჷ ჇႹႼႼ ႷႹ჆Ⴕ ჉ႿჅ ႱႾ ႱႾჃჇႵჂნ”

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႶႵႼჄ ჄႸႱჄ ჄႸႵ ჀႿჃჃႹႲႹႼႹჄ჉ ႿႶ ႾႿჄ ႶႹႾႴႹႾႷ ႹჄ ჇႱჃ ႸႹႷႸႵჂლ ႲჅჄ ჃႹႾႳႵ ჄႸႵ ჀႵჂჃႿႾ ႸႱႴ ႱႼჂႵႱႴ჉ ჀႱႹႴლ ჃႸႵ ჃჄႹႼႼ ႸႱႴ ჄႿ ႽႱႻႵ ႱႾ ႵႶႶႿჂჄნ

ჳ჆ႵႾ ႹႶ ჃႸႵ ႳႿჅႼႴႾვჄ ႶႹႾႴ ႹჄლ ჃႸႵ ჇႿჅႼႴ ႸႱ჆Ⴕ ჄႿ Ⴕ჈ჀႼႱႹႾ ႳႼႵႱჂႼ჉ ჇႸ჉ნ

“ჷჄვჃ ႱႼჂႹႷႸჄლ ჻ႱჃჄႵჂ ჰႱႹნ”

ჲႵႾႷ ႣႸჅჁႹ ႷႼႱႾႳႵႴ ႱჄ ႸႵჂ ჉ႿჅႾႷႵჂ ႲჂႿჄႸႵჂ Ⴜ჉ႹႾႷ ႿႾ ჄႸႵ ႸႿჃჀႹჄႱႼ ႲႵႴნ ႣႸႵ ႶႵႼჄ ჄႸႱჄ ႾႿჄႸႹႾႷ ჇႱჃ ႽႿჂႵ ႹႽჀႿჂჄႱႾჄ ჄႸႱႾ ႶႹႾႴႹႾႷ ႸႵჂ ჉ႿჅႾႷႵჂ ႲჂႿჄႸႵჂვჃ ჃႿჅႼნ

ჰႵჃႹႴႵჃლ ჄႸႵ ჃჅჀႵჂႾႱჄჅჂႱႼ ႹႾႳႹႴႵႾჄჃ ჃႸႵ ႸႱႴ ႵႾႳႿჅႾჄႵჂႵႴ ႲႵႶႿჂႵ ႽႱႴႵ ႹჄ ႴႹႶႶႹႳჅႼჄ ႶႿჂ ႸႵჂ ჄႿ ჃႼႵႵჀ ႱჄ ႾႹႷႸჄლ ႵჃჀႵႳႹႱႼႼ჉ ႱჂႿჅႾႴ ႽႹႴႾႹႷႸჄნ ჷႶ ჃႸႵ ჇႱჃႾვჄ ჇႹჄႸ ႸႵჂ ႶႱႽႹႼ჉ლ ჲႵႾႷ ႣႸჅჁႹ ႽႹႷႸჄ Ⴕ჆ႵႾ ႷႵჄ ჃႿ ႾႵჂ჆ႿჅჃ ჃႸႵვႴ ႶႱႹႾჄნ

“ჷႶ ჄႸႵჂႵვჃ ႾႿჄႸႹႾႷ ႵႼჃႵლ ჇႵვႼႼ ჄႱႻႵ ႿჅჂ ႼႵႱ჆Ⴕ ႾႿჇნ”

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႶႵႼჄ ჄႸႵჂႵ ჇႱჃ ႾႿ ჀႿႹႾჄ ႹႾ ჃჄႱ჉ႹႾႷ ႸႵჂႵნ ჷჄ ჇႱჃ ႽႿჂႵ ႹႽჀႿჂჄႱႾჄ ჄႿ ႷႿ ႲႱႳႻლ ႷႵჄ ჂႵႱႴ჉ლ ႱႾႴ ჀჂႵჀႱჂႵ ႶႿჂ ႶႹႾႴႹႾႷ ჄႸႵ ჃႿჅႼ ჄႿႾႹႷႸჄნ

“ႤႸႵႾ ჻ႱჃჄႵჂ ჰႱႹლ ჷვႼႼ ჃႵႵ ჉ႿჅ ႿჅჄნ”

“ჼႿ ႾႵႵႴნ”

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჇႱ჆ႵႴ ႸႵჂ ႸႱႾႴლ “ႧႵვႼႼ ႺჅჃჄ ჇႱႼႻ ႲႱႳႻ ႿჅჂჃႵႼ჆ႵჃნ ႧႵ ႱႼჃႿ ႾႵႵႴ ჄႿ ႲჅ჉ ჃႿႽႵ ჄႸႹႾႷჃ ႿႾ ჄႸႵ ჇႱ჉ნ”

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჇႱႾჄႵႴ ჄႿ ႲჅ჉ ჃႿႽႵ ႴႱႹႼ჉ ႾႵႳႵჃჃႹჄႹႵჃ ႱႾႴ ႱႼჃႿ ჃႵႵ ႹႶ ჄႸႵჂႵ ჇႵჂႵ ႱႾ჉ ჂႵႱႴ჉მႽႱႴႵ ႹჄႵႽჃ Ⴑ჆ႱႹႼႱႲႼႵ ႹႾ ჄႸႵ ႶჅႾႵჂႱႼ ჃჅჀჀႼ჉ ჃჄႿჂႵჃნ

ჯႶჄႵჂ ႱႼႼლ ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹ ჃႱႹႴ ჄႸႱჄ ႱჀჀႼႹႳႱჄႹႿႾჃ ႶႿჂ ႿჀႵჂႱჄႹႾႷ ႼႹႳႵႾჃႵჃ ႶႿჂ ႶჅႾႵჂႱႼ ჃჅჀჀႼႹႵჃ ႹႾ ჄႸႹჃ ჇႿჂႼႴ ႸႱႴ ჃჄႿჀჀႵႴნ ჷჄ ჇႿჅႼႴ ႲႵ ႹႽჀႿჃჃႹႲႼႵ ႶႿჂ ჄႸႿჃႵ ჃჄႹႼႼ ႿჀႵჂႱჄႹႾႷ ႾႿჇ ႾႿჄ ჄႿ ႸႱ჆Ⴕ ჃႿႽႵ ჂႵႱႼ ჃႻႹႼႼჃნ

ჶႵჂ ႿჇႾ ႠႱ჆ႹႼႹႿႾ ႿႶ ႢႵႲႹჂჄႸ ჇႱჃ ႳჅჂჂႵႾჄႼ჉ ႴႹჂჄ ჀႿႿჂლ ჇႹჄႸ ႾႿჄႸႹႾႷ ႱჄ ႱႼႼნ ჴႹႾႴႹႾႷ Ⴑ ჃႿჅႼ ჇႱჃႾვჄ ႱႾ ႵႱჃ჉ ჄႱჃႻლ ჃႿ ႲჅ჉ႹႾႷ ჂႵႱႴ჉მႽႱႴႵ ႹჄႵႽჃ ႶჂႿႽ ჀႵႵჂჃ ჇႱჃ ჅႾႴႿჅႲჄႵႴႼ჉ ჄႸႵ ႲႵჃჄ ႿჀჄႹႿႾნ

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႱႼჃႿ ჇႱႾჄႵႴ ჄႿ ჃႵႵ ႸႿჇ ႲႹႷ ჄႸႵ ႷႱჀ ჇႱჃ ႲႵჄჇႵႵႾ ჄႸႵ ჀჂႱႳჄႹჄႹႿႾႵჂჃ ႹႾ ჄႸႹჃ ჇႿჂႼႴ ႱႾႴ ႸႵჂჃႵႼႶნ

“ჷვႼႼ ႷႿ ႲႱႳႻ ႱႾႴ ႽႱႻႵ Ⴑ ႾႵჇ ჀႱჀႵჂ ႽႱႾ ႶႿჂ ჉ႿჅნ”

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႱႾႴ ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹ ჇႱႼႻႵႴ ႹႾ ჄႸႵ ჃჄႱႹჂჇႵႼႼ ႿႶ ჄႸႵ ႹႾჀႱჄႹႵႾჄ ႲჅႹႼႴႹႾႷლ ႱჃ ჄႸႵ ႵႼႵ჆ႱჄႿჂ ჇႱჃ ჄႿႿ ႳჂႿჇႴႵႴლ ႱႾႴ ჄႸႵ ႵႶႶႹႳႹႵႾႳ჉ ႿႶ ჀႱჃჃႱႷႵ ႽႹႷႸჄ Ⴕ჆ႵႾ ႲႵ ჇႿჂჃႵ ჄႸႱႾ ჄႸႵ ჃჄႱႹჂჇႵႼႼნ

“჻ႱႻႵჭ ჻ႱႻႵ Ⴑ ႾႵჇ ႿႾႵჭ”

ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹლ ჇႸႿ ႸႱႴ ႲႵႵႾ ჃჀႿႻႵႾ ჄႿ Ⴒ჉ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾლ ჃჅႴႴႵႾႼ჉ ႺႿႼჄႵႴლ ႱႾႴ ႱჄ ჄႸႵ ჃႱႽႵ ჄႹႽႵლ ႸႵჂ ႸႱႾႴ ჃჅႲႳႿႾჃႳႹႿჅჃႼ჉ ჂႵႱႳႸႵႴ ႶႿჂ ႸႵჂ ႲႱႳႻნ

“ჷ ႳႱႾ ჃႵႵ ჄႸႱჄ ჉ႿჅ ႲႼႿႳႻႵႴ Ⴑ ႲႼႿჇ ႶჂႿႽ Ⴑ ႽႱႼႵ჆ႿႼႵႾჄ ႷႸႿჃჄ ႶႿჂ ႽႵნ ჯႼჃႿლ ჇႸႵႾ ჷ ჃჅႽႽႿႾႵႴ ႴႵႹჄႹႵჃლ ჉ႿჅ ჇႵჂႵ ჀჂႿჄႵႳჄႹႾႷ ႽႵლ ჂႹႷႸჄჭ”

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႼႿႿႻႵႴ ჅჀ ႱჄ ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹლ ჇႸႿ ჃႵႵႽႵႴ Ⴑ ႲႹჄ ႵႽႲႱჂჂႱჃჃႵႴნ

ჱႼႵႱჂႼ჉ლ ჄႸႵ ჺႹჄჄႼႵ ჴႵႽႱႼႵ ჵႸႿჃჄ ჇႱჃ ჆ႵჂ჉ ჃჅჂჀჂႹჃႵႴ ჄႸႱჄ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႸႱႴ ႾႿჄႹႳႵႴ Ⴕ჆ႵჂ჉ჄႸႹႾႷ ჃႸႵ ႸႱႴ ႴႿႾႵნ

ႣႸႵ Ⴕ჆ႵႾ ჃႵႵႽႵႴ Ⴑ ႼႹჄჄႼႵ ႵႽႲႱჂჂႱჃჃႵႴნნნ

“ჽႸლ ჇႵვჂႵნნნ”

ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹ ჃჅႲႳႿႾჃႳႹႿჅჃႼ჉ ჇႱႾჄႵႴ ჄႿ ႲႼჅჂჄ ႿჅჄ ჄႸႵ ჇႿჂႴ “ႳႿჅჀႼႵლ” ႲჅჄ ჄႸႵ ჇႿჂႴჃ ႹႾႵ჈ჀႼႹႳႱႲႼ჉ ႳႱჅႷႸჄ ႹႾ ႸႵჂ ჄႸჂႿႱჄნ

ჳ჆ႵႾ ჄႸႵ ჃႼႹႷႸჄႼ჉ ႳႱႼႳჅႼႱჄႹႾႷ ჃႽႹႼႵ ႿႾ ႸႵჂ ႶႱႳႵ ჃჄႹႶႶႵႾႵႴნ

ჯჃ ႹႶ ჃႸႵ ႸႱႴ ჄႸႿჅႷႸჄ ႿႶ ჃႿႽႵჄႸႹႾႷლ ჃႸႵ ႳႸႱႾႷႵႴ ႸႵჂ ჇႿჂႴჃ ჅႾႾႱჄჅჂႱႼႼ჉ლ “ႧႵვჂႵ ჀႱჂჄႾႵჂჃლ ჉ႿჅ ႸႵႼჀ ႽႵლ ჷ ႸႵႼჀ ჉ႿჅლ ჄႸႱჄვჃ ႸႿჇ ႹჄ ჃႸႿჅႼႴ ႲႵნ”

“ჰႵჃႹႴႵჃლ ႹႶ ႱႾ჉ჄႸႹႾႷ ႸႱჀჀႵႾႵႴ ჄႿ ჉ႿჅლ ჇႸႿ ჇႿჅႼႴ ႸႵႼჀ ႽႵ ჂႵႹႾႳႱჂႾႱჄႵჭ ႧႸႱჄვჃ ႽႿჂႵლ ჷვႽ ႶႿႼႼႿჇႹႾႷ ჉ႿჅ ႾႿჇლ ႺჅჃჄ ႼႹႻႵ Ⴑ ႽႹႾႿჂ Ⴕ჈ჄჂႱლ ჇႹჄႸ ႶႿႿႴ ႱႾႴ ႼႿႴႷႹႾႷ ჀჂႿ჆ႹႴႵႴნ ჷჄვჃ ႽჅႳႸ ႲႵჄჄႵჂ ჄႸႱႾ ႲႵႹႾႷ Ⴑ ႼႿႾႵႼ჉ ჇႱႾႴႵჂႹႾႷ ႷႸႿჃჄ ႹႾ ჄႸႵ ႧႵჃჄ ჱႹჄ჉ ჱႵႽႵჄႵჂ჉ნ”

ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹ ႳႸჅႳႻႼႵႴლ ჇႱႼႻႹႾႷ ႴႿჇႾჃჄႱႹჂჃ Ⴒ჉ ႸႵჂჃႵႼႶ ႱჃ ჃႸႵ ჃჀႿႻႵნ

ჯႼჄႸႿჅႷႸ ჃႸႵ ჇႱჃ ჃႽႹႼႹႾႷ ႿႾ ჄႸႵ ჃჅჂႶႱႳႵლ ჄႸႵ ჄႸႿჅႷႸჄ ႿႶ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႾႿჄ ჇႱႾჄႹႾႷ ႸႵჂ ჄႿ ႽႵႾჄႹႿႾ ჄႸႵ ႽႱჂჂႹႱႷႵ ႳႿႾჄჂႱႳჄლ ႽႵႱႾႹႾႷ ႾႿჄ ႱႳႻႾႿჇႼႵႴႷႹႾႷ ჄႸႵႹჂ ჂႵႼႱჄႹႿႾჃႸႹჀლ ႹႾႵ჈ჀႼႹႳႱႲႼ჉ ႽႱႴႵ ႸႵჂ ႶႵႵႼ Ⴑ ჀႱႾႷ ႿႶ ႸႵႱჂჄႱႳႸႵნ

ႣႸႵ ႴႹႴႾვჄ ႻႾႿჇ ჇႸ჉ლ ႲჅჄ ჃႸႵ ႺჅჃჄ ႶႵႼჄ ჅႾႸႱჀჀ჉ნნნ

“ႤႸႵჂႵვჃ ႾႿ ႾႵႵႴ ჄႿ ႽႱႻႵ Ⴑ ႾႵჇ ჀႱჀႵჂ ႽႱႾლ ႹჄვჃ ჄႿႿ ႽჅႳႸ ჄჂႿჅႲႼႵნ ჸჅჃჄ ႷႹ჆Ⴕ ႽႵ ჄჇႿ ჃჄႹႳႻჃ ႿႶ ჄႸႱჄ ႸႹႷႸმჁჅႱႼႹჄ჉ ႱႷႱჂჇႿႿႴნ ჯႾ჉ჇႱ჉ლ ჉ႿჅ ႸႱ჆Ⴕ ႽႿႾႵ჉ ႾႿჇნნნ”

ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹ ჃჅႴႴႵႾႼ჉ ჀႱჅჃႵႴ ႹႾ ႸႵჂ ჃჄႵჀჃ ႱჃ ჃႸႵ ჃჀႿႻႵნ ႣႸႵ ႾႿჄႹႳႵႴ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႸႱႴႾვჄ ႶႿႼႼႿჇႵႴლ ჃႿ ჃႸႵ ჄჅჂႾႵႴ ႲႱႳႻ ႳჅჂႹႿჅჃႼ჉ ჄႿ ႼႿႿႻნ

ႣႸႵ ჃႱჇ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჃჄႿჀჀႵႴ ႹႾ ႶჂႿႾჄ ႿႶ Ⴑ ႼႿႳႻႵႴ ႶႼႿႿჂ ႴႿႿჂლ ႸႵჂ Ⴕ჈ჀჂႵჃჃႹႿႾ ႷჂႹႽნნნ

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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