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

Chapter 72

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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“ႧႱႹჄ჏ ႧႱႾჇႱႾლ ჉ႿჅჂ ႶႹႾႷႵჂჃ ႱჂႵ ႳႿႼႴლ ႴႿႾვჄ ႴႿ ჄႸႱჄნნნ ჷჄ ჄႹႳႻႼႵჃ ჃႿ ႽჅႳႸ჏ ჶႱႸႱႸႱႸႱნნნ”

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჃჄჅႶႶႵႴ ჃႵ჆ႵჂႱႼ ჄႱႼႹჃႽႱႾჃ ႹႾჄႿ ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹვჃ ႵႽႲჂႱႳႵნ ჷჄ ႸႱႴ ჄႿ ႲႵ ჃႱႹႴლ ႸႵჂ ႶႹႷჅჂႵ ჇႱჃ ႹႾႴႵႵႴ ჃჅႹჄႱႲႼႵნ

ႤႸႵ ჄႱႼႹჃႽႱႾჃ ჇႵჂႵ ჄჅႳႻႵႴ ႹႾლ ႿႾႼ჉ Ⴑ ჃႽႱႼႼ ჀႿჂჄႹႿႾ ჆ႹჃႹႲႼႵლ ႱႾႴ ႸႵႼႴ ႹႾႳჂႵႴႹႲႼ჉ ႶႹჂႽႼ჉ნ ჳ჆ႵႾ ႹႶ ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹ ჃჄႿႿႴ ჅჀ ႱႾႴ ႺჅႽჀႵႴ Ⴑ ႶႵჇ ჄႹႽႵჃლ ჄႸႵ჉ ჇႿჅႼႴႾვჄ ႶႱႼႼ ႿჅჄნ

ჷჄ ჃႵႵႽႵႴ ჄႸႹჃ ჺႹჄჄႼႵ ჴႵႽႱႼႵ ჵႸႿჃჄ ჇႱჃႾვჄ ႵႾჄႹჂႵႼ჉ ჅჃႵႼႵჃჃჩ ჃႸႵ ჇႱჃ ჁჅႹჄႵ ႸႱႾႴ჉ ႱႶჄႵჂ ႱႼႼნ

“ႧႸႱჄ ႹჃ ჄႸႹჃჭ”

ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹ ႼႿႿႻႵႴ ႱჄ ჄႸႵ ჄႱႼႹჃႽႱႾჃ ႿႾ ႸႵჂ ႳႸႵჃჄლ ႸႵჂ ႶႱႳႵ ႶჅႼႼ ႿႶ ჁჅႵჃჄႹႿႾ ႽႱჂႻჃნ

ჶႿჇႵ჆ႵჂლ ჃႹႾႳႵ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႴႹႴ ႹჄლ ჄႸႵჂႵ ႽჅჃჄ ႲႵ Ⴑ ჂႵႱჃႿႾ ႲႵႸႹႾႴ ႹჄნ

ႣႸႵ ႺჅჃჄ ႾႵႵႴႵႴ ჄႿ ႳႿႿჀႵჂႱჄႵ ႿႲႵႴႹႵႾჄႼ჉ნნნ

ႧႸႱჄ Ⴑ ჀႹჄ჉ლ ჄႸႱჄ ჄႹႳႻႼႹჃႸ ჃႵႾჃႱჄႹႿႾ ႿႾႼ჉ ႼႱჃჄႵႴ ႶႿჂ Ⴑ ჃႸႿჂჄ ჇႸႹႼႵნ ჷႶ ႧႱႾჇႱႾვჃ ႸႱႾႴ ႳႿჅႼႴ ႱႳႳႹႴႵႾჄႱႼႼ჉ ႲჂჅჃႸ ႱႷႱႹႾჃჄ ႸႵჂ Ⴑ ႶႵჇ ႽႿჂႵ ჄႹႽႵჃლ ჄႸႱჄ ჇႿჅႼႴ ႲႵ ႷჂႵႱჄნ

ჶႵჂ ႸႱႾႴჃ ჇႵჂႵ ჃႼႵႾႴႵჂლ ႼႿႾႷლ ႱႾႴ ႳႿႿႼნნნ ჇႿႾႴႵჂႶჅႼ჏

“ჯ ႤჂჅჄႸმႤႵႼႼႹႾႷ ႤႱႼႹჃႽႱႾნ ჷႶ ჉ႿჅ ႸႿႼႴ ჄႸႹჃ ჄႱႼႹჃႽႱႾ ႱႷႱႹႾჃჄ ჉ႿჅჂ ႳႸႵჃჄ ႱႾႴ ႱჃႻ ჃႿႽႵႿႾႵ Ⴑ ჁჅႵჃჄႹႿႾლ ჄႸႵ჉ ჇႿႾვჄ ႲႵ ႱႲႼႵ ჄႿ ႼႹႵ ႱႾႴ ჇႹႼႼ ჆ႿႼჅႾჄႱჂႹႼ჉ ჄႵႼႼ ჉ႿჅ ჇႸႱჄვჃ ႿႾ ჄႸႵႹჂ ႽႹႾႴნ”

“ႩႿჅ’ႼႼ ჅჃႵ ჄႸႹჃ ჄႿ ႸႵႼჀ ႽႵ ႹႾჄႵჂჂႿႷႱჄႵ ჄႸႹჃ ჺႹჄჄႼႵ ჼჅჂჃႵლ ჅႾႴႵჂჃჄႱႾႴჭ”

ჶႵႱჂႹႾႷ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾვჃ ჇႿჂႴჃლ ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹ ႾႿႴႴႵႴნ ჯჄ ႶႹჂჃჄლ ჃႸႵ ႸႱႴႾვჄ ჂႵႱႼႹ჊ႵႴ ჄႸႵ ჀჂႿႲႼႵႽლ ႽႵჂႵႼ჉ ႱჃႻႹႾႷ ႶႿႿႼႹჃႸႼ჉ლ “ႤႸႵႾ ჇႸ჉ ႴႿႾვჄ ჉ႿჅ ႴႿ ႹჄ ჉ႿჅჂჃႵႼႶჭ”

ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹ ႾႵ჆ႵჂ ჀႱႹႴ ႱჄჄႵႾჄႹႿႾ ჄႿ ჄႸႵ ႱჄႽႿჃჀႸႵჂႵ ჇႸႵႾ ჃႸႵ ჃჀႿႻႵნ ႣႸႵ ႴႹႴႾვჄ ႻႾႿჇ ჄႸႱჄ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჇႱჃႾვჄ ႴႿႹႾႷ ႹჄ ႸႵჂჃႵႼႶ ႲႵႳႱჅჃႵ ႿႶ Ⴑ ჄჂႱႷႹႳ ჃჄႿჂ჉ნ

ႤႸႹჃ ჁჅႵჃჄႹႿႾ ႾႱჄჅჂႱႼႼ჉ ႵႱჂႾႵႴ ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹ Ⴑ ႸႱჂႴ ჂႱჀ ႿႾ ჄႸႵ ႸႵႱႴ ႶჂႿႽ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾნ

“ჰႵႳႱჅჃႵ ჷ ႳႱႾვჄ ႸႿႼႴ ႹჄ჏ ჯႼჂႹႷႸჄჭ჏”

ჯჃ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჃჀႿႻႵლ ႿႾႵ ႿႶ ჄႸႵ ჄႱႼႹჃႽႱႾჃ ႿႾ ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹვჃ ႳႸႵჃჄ ႴႹႽႽႵႴნ

“ႧႿჇ჏ ႤႸႹჃ ჄႸႹႾႷ ჂႵႱႼႼ჉ ჇႿჂႻჃ჏”

ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹვჃ ႶႱႳႵ ჇႱჃ ႶႹႼႼႵႴ ჇႹჄႸ ჃჅჂჀჂႹჃႵნ ჯჄ ჄႸႹჃ ႽႿႽႵႾჄლ ჃႸႵ ჇႱჃ ႼႹႻႵ Ⴑ ႳႸႹႼႴ ჇႸႿ ႸႱႴ ჂႵႳႵႹ჆ႵႴ Ⴑ ჀჂႵႳႹႿჅჃ ჄႿ჉ლ ჅჄჄႵჂႼ჉ ჄႸჂႹႼႼႵႴნ

ႣჅႴႴႵႾႼ჉ლ ႹჄ ჇႱჃ ႱჃ ႹႶ ჃႸႵ ჂႵႽႵႽႲႵჂႵႴ ჃႿႽႵჄႸႹႾႷნ

ჸჅჃჄ ႾႿჇლ ჃႸႵ ႸႱႴ ႱჃႻႵႴ Ⴑ ჆ႵჂ჉ ႹႾႱჀჀჂႿჀჂႹႱჄႵ ჁჅႵჃჄႹႿႾლ ႱႾႴ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႸႱႴ ႿႾႼ჉ ჄႱჀჀႵႴ ႸႵჂ ႿႾ ჄႸႵ ႸႵႱႴნ

ႣႹႾႳႵ ჄႸႵ ႳႿჃჄ ჇႱჃ ჃႿ ჃႽႱႼႼლ ჇႸ჉ ႾႿჄ ႱჃႻ Ⴕ჆ႵႾ ႽႿჂႵ ႹႾႱჀჀჂႿჀჂႹႱჄႵ ჁჅႵჃჄႹႿႾჃჭ

ჷႶ ჃႸႵ ႳႿჅႼႴ ႷႵჄ ჄႸႵ ႱႾჃჇႵჂ ႶჂႿႽ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾვჃ ႸႵႱჂჄლ ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹ ჇႿჅႼႴ ႳႿႾჃႹႴႵჂ ႹჄ ჇႿჂჄႸჇႸႹႼႵლ Ⴕ჆ႵႾ ႹႶ ႹჄ ႽႵႱႾჄ ჄႱႻႹႾႷ Ⴑ ႲႵႱჄႹႾႷნ

ჴႿჂ Ⴕ჈ႱႽჀႼႵნნნ

ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹ ႼႿႿႻႵႴ ႱჄ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾვჃ ႴႵႼႹႳႱჄႵ ႱႾႴ ჀჅჂႵ ჀჂႿႶႹႼႵლ ჄႸႵ ႲႵႱჅჄႹႶჅႼ ႳჅჂ჆ႵჃ ႿႶ ႸႵჂ ႶႵႱჄჅჂႵჃნ ჸჅჃჄ ႼႿႿႻႹႾႷ ႱჄ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾვჃ ႶႱႹჂ ႶႱႳႵ ႷႱ჆Ⴕ ႿႾႵ Ⴑ ႶႵႵႼႹႾႷ ႿႶ ჀႵႱႳႵႶჅႼ ჄჂႱႾჁჅႹႼႹჄ჉ნ ჳ჆ႵႾ ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹლ Ⴑ ჺႹჄჄႼႵ ჴႵႽႱႼႵ ჵႸႿჃჄ ႸႵჂჃႵႼႶლ ჇႱჃ ႴႵႵჀႼ჉ ႳႱჀჄႹ჆ႱჄႵႴნ

ႣႿ ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹ ႸႱႴ ႱႼჇႱ჉Ⴣ ჇႱႾჄႵႴ ჄႿ ႱჃႻ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჇႸႱჄ ႸႵჂ ႱჄჄႹჄჅႴႵ ჇႱჃ ჄႿჇႱჂႴჃ ჄႸႱჄ ႽႱჂჂႹႱႷႵ ႳႿႾჄჂႱႳჄნნნ

ჽჂ ჀႵჂႸႱჀჃ ႱჃႻ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾნნნ ႹႶ ჃႸႵ ႼႹႻႵႴ ႸႵჂჭ

ჳ჆ႵႾ ႹႶ ჄႸႵ ႱႾჃჇႵჂ ჇႱჃ ႺჅჃჄ “ႾႿჄ ႴႹჃႼႹႻႵლ” ႹჄ ჇႿჅႼႴ ჀჂႿႲႱႲႼ჉ ႽႱႻႵ ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹ ႸႱჀჀ჉ ႶႿჂ Ⴑ ႼႿႾႷ ჄႹႽႵნ

ჰჅჄ ႲႵႶႿჂႵ ჄႸႱჄლ ჃႸႵ ႸႱႴ ჄႿ ႼႵႱჂႾ ႸႿჇ ჄႿ ჅჃႵ ჄႸႵ ჄႱႼႹჃႽႱႾჃნ ႣႿლ ჃႸႵ ႶႹჂჃჄ ႾႵႵႴႵႴ ჄႿ ႳႿႿჀႵჂႱჄႵ ჇႹჄႸ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჄႿ ႱჃႻ ჄႸႵ ჺႹჄჄႼႵ ჼჅჂჃႵ ႣႸႹ ႨႹႱႾႷႾႹႾႷ Ⴑ ႶႵჇ ჁჅႵჃჄႹႿႾჃნ

“ჴႹჂჃჄ ჁჅႵჃჄႹႿႾლ ႴႹႴ ჉ႿჅ ႼႹႵ ႱႲႿჅჄ ჉ႿჅჂ ႾႱႽႵჭ”

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჇႸႹჃჀႵჂႵႴ ႹႾჄႿ ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹვჃ ႵႱჂლ ႱႾႴ ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹ ჇႱჃ ჂႵჃჀႿႾჃႹႲႼႵ ႶႿჂ ჂႵჀႵႱჄႹႾႷ ႹჄლ ჃႹႽჅႼჄႱႾႵႿჅჃႼ჉ ႼႵ჆ႵჂႱႷႹႾႷ ჄႸႵ ჀႿჇႵჂ ႿႶ ჄႸႵ ჄႱႼႹჃႽႱႾნ

“ჼႿნნნ”

ჽႾႵ ჄႱႼႹჃႽႱႾ ႴႹႽႽႵႴლ ჀჂႿ჆ႹႾႷ ჄႸႱჄ ჃႸႵ ႸႱႴ ႹႾႴႵႵႴ ႾႿჄ ႼႹႵႴნ

“ႤႸႵႾ ჇႸႱჄ ႹჃ ჄႸႵ ႶჅႾႳჄႹႿႾ ႿႶ ჄႸႹჃ ჵႸႿჃჄ ჶႱႾႴ ჵႿႼႴႵႾ ჼႵႵႴႼႵ ႱჂჄႹႶႱႳჄჭ”

“ჷჄ ႳႱႾ ႽႵႾႴ ჃႿჅႼჃ ႱႾႴ ႱႼჃႿ ႽႵႾႴ ჀႸ჉ჃႹႳႱႼ ႲႿႴႹႵჃნ ჻ႵႾႴႹႾႷ ჃႿჅႼჃ ႳႱႾ ႲჂႹႾႷ ႲႱႳႻ ჄႸႿჃႵ ჇႸႿჃႵ ჃႿჅႼჃ ႸႱ჆Ⴕ ჃႳႱჄჄႵჂႵႴლ ჇႸႹႼႵ ႽႵႾႴႹႾႷ ჀႸ჉ჃႹႳႱႼ ႲႿႴႹႵჃ ႳႱႾ ჀჂႵ჆ႵႾჄ ჄႸႵ ჃႿჅႼ ႶჂႿႽ ႼႵႱ჆ႹႾႷ ჄႸႵ ႲႿႴ჉ნ”

ჯႾႿჄႸႵჂ ჄႱႼႹჃႽႱႾ ႴႹႽႽႵႴნ

ჺႹჃჄႵႾႹႾႷ ჄႿ ႣႸႹ ႨႹႱႾႷႾႹႾႷვჃ ჇႿჂႴჃლ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႹႾჃჄႹႾႳჄႹ჆ႵႼ჉ ႶჅჂჂႿჇႵႴ ႸႵჂ ႲჂႿჇჃნ

჻ႵႾႴႹႾႷ ჃႿჅႼჃ ႱႾႴ ჀႸ჉ჃႹႳႱႼ ႲႿႴႹႵჃნნნ ჱႼႵႱჂႼ჉ლ ჄႸႵ ႱႲႹႼႹჄ჉ ႿႶ ჄႸႹჃ ჵႸႿჃჄ ჶႱႾႴ ჵႿႼႴႵႾ ჼႵႵႴႼႵ ႷჂႵႱჄႼ჉ ჃჅჂჀჂႹჃႵႴ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾნ

ႤႸႹჃ ႽႵႱႾჄ ჄႸႵ ჵႸႿჃჄ ჶႱႾႴ ჵႿႼႴႵႾ ჼႵႵႴႼႵ ႸႱႴ ჄႸႵ ჀႿჇႵჂ ჄႿ ჃႱ჆Ⴕ ႼႹ჆ႵჃნ ჻ႱႾ჉ ႹႼႼႾႵჃჃႵჃ ႿჂ ႴႵႱჄႸჃ ႱჂႵ ႿႶჄႵႾ ႼႹႾႻႵႴ ჄႿ ჄႸႵ ჃႿჅႼ ჇႹჄႸႹႾ ჄႸႵ ႲႿႴ჉ნ

ჷႶ ჄႸႵ ჃႿჅႼ ႹჃ ႴႱႽႱႷႵႴლ Ⴑ ჀႵჂჃႿႾ ჇႹႼႼ ႶႱႼႼ ႹႼႼჩ ႹႶ ჄႸႵ ႴႱႽႱႷႵ ႹჃ ჃႵ჆ႵჂႵლ ჄႸႵ჉ ჇႹႼႼ ႴႹႵნ

ჷႶ ჄႸႵ ჃႿჅႼ ႼႵႱ჆ႵჃ ჄႸႵ ႲႿႴ჉ლ ႿႾႵ ჇႹႼႼ ႲႵႳႿႽႵ Ⴑ ჆ႵႷႵჄႱჄႹ჆Ⴕ ჃჄႱჄႵლ ႺჅჃჄ ႼႹႻႵ ჲႵႾႷ ႣႸჅჁႹვჃ ჉ႿჅႾႷႵჂ ႲჂႿჄႸႵჂნ

ႤႸႵ ႹႽჀႿჂჄႱႾႳႵ ႿႶ ჄႸႵ ჃႿჅႼ ჄႿ Ⴑ ჀႵჂჃႿႾ ႷႿႵჃ ჇႹჄႸႿჅჄ ჃႱ჉ႹႾႷნნნ

ჲႱႽႱႷႵႴ ჃႿჅႼჃ ႳႱႾ ჃႼႿჇႼ჉ ჂႵჀႱႹჂ ჄႸႵႽჃႵႼ჆ႵჃლ ႲჅჄ ႹႶ ჄႸႵ ႴႱႽႱႷႵ ႹჃ ჃႵ჆ႵჂႵლ ჄႸႵႾ ჃჅჂႷႹႳႱႼმႷჂႱႴႵ ႱჂჄႹႶႱႳჄჃ ႼႹႻႵ ჄႸႵ ჵႸႿჃჄ ჶႱႾႴ ჵႿႼႴႵႾ ჼႵႵႴႼႵ ႱჂႵ ႾႵႵႴႵႴ ჄႿ ႸႵႼჀ ႽႵႾႴ ჄႸႵႽ ႱႾႴ ႱჃჃႹჃჄ ჃႵ჆ႵჂႵႼ჉ ႴႱႽႱႷႵႴ ჃႿჅႼჃ ႹႾ ჃႼႿჇႼ჉ ჃႵႼႶმჂႵჀႱႹჂႹႾႷნ

ႤႸႹჃ ႹჃ Ⴑ ႷႿႿႴ ჄႸႹႾႷ჏

“ჼႵ჈Ⴤ ჁჅႵჃჄႹႿႾ჏”

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႷႱ჆Ⴕ ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹ Ⴑ ჇႹႾႻნ ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹ ႾႿႴႴႵႴლ ჄႸႵႾ ჄႿႿႻ Ⴑ ႴႵႵჀ ႲჂႵႱჄႸნ

“ჯჃႻ ႸႵჂ ႱႲႿჅჄ ჄႸႵ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽნ”

ჼႿ ჃႿႿႾႵჂ ႸႱႴ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႶႹႾႹჃႸႵႴ ჃჀႵႱႻႹႾႷ ჄႸႱႾ ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹ ႿჀႵႾႵႴ ႸႵჂ ႽႿჅჄႸნ ჰჅჄ ჄႸႹჃ ჄႹႽႵლ ჃႸႵ ჇႱჃႾვჄ ႶႱႳႹႾႷ ႣႸႹ ႨႹႱႾႷႾႹႾႷჩ ჃႸႵ ჇႱჃ ႶႱႳႹႾႷ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾნნნ

“ႧႱႾჇႱႾ჏ ჲႿ ჉ႿჅნნნ ႼႹႻႵ ႽႵ ႿჂ ႾႿჄჭ”

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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