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

Chapter 78

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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“ႣႿ ჄႸႹჃ ႹჃ ჇႸႵჂႵ ჉ႿჅ ႼႹ჆Ⴕჭ”

ႣႸႹ ႨႹႱႾႷႾႹႾႷ ႶႿႼႼႿჇႵႴ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႲႱႳႻ ჄႿ ჄႸႵ ჂႵႾჄႱႼ ႸႿჅჃႵნ ჷႾ ჄႸႵ ႳႵႾჄႵჂ ႿႶ ჄႸႵ ႼႹ჆ႹႾႷ ჂႿႿႽ ჇႱჃ ႱႾ ႹႾႳႵႾჃႵ ႱႼჄႱჂლ ჇႸႹႳႸ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႸႱႴ ჃჀႵႳႹႶႹႳႱႼႼ჉ ႲႿჅႷႸჄ ႶႿჂ ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹ ჄႿ ვႵႱჄვ ႶჂႿႽნ

ჯႶჄႵჂ ჂႵჄჅჂႾႹႾႷ ႸႿႽႵლ ჄႸႵ ႶႹჂჃჄ ჄႸႹႾႷ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႴႹႴ ჇႱჃ ჄႱႻႵ ႿჅჄ Ⴑ ჃჄႹႳႻ ႿႶ ႸႹႷႸმჁჅႱႼႹჄ჉ ႹႾႳႵႾჃႵლ ႼႹႷႸჄ ႹჄლ ႱႾႴ ჀႼႱႳႵ ႹჄ ႹႾჄႿ ჄႸႵ ႹႾႳႵႾჃႵ ႲჅჂႾႵჂნ

ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹ ႸႱႴ ႶႿႼႼႿჇႵႴ ႸႵჂ ႱႼႼ ჄႸႹჃ ჇႱ჉ჩ Ⴕ჆ႵႾ ႹႶ ჃႸႵ ႴႹႴႾვჄ ႵႱჂႾ ႽႵჂႹჄლ ჃႸႵ ႳႵჂჄႱႹႾႼ჉ ჀჅჄ ႹႾ ႵႶႶႿჂჄნ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႴႹႴႾვჄ ႴႵႽႱႾႴ ႽჅႳႸ ႶჂႿႽ ႸႵჂლ ჃႿ ჄႸႵ ႴႵჃႵჂ჆ႵႴ ჂႵჇႱჂႴ ႳႿჅႼႴႾვჄ ႲႵ ჃႻႹႽჀႵႴ ႿႾნ

ჯႼჄႸႿჅႷႸ ჃႸႵ ႱႼჇႱ჉Ⴣ ႳႿჇႵჂႵႴ ჇႹჄႸ ႸႵჂ ႸႵႱႴ ႹႾ ႸႵჂ ႱჂႽჃ ჇႸႵႾ ႵႾჄႵჂႹႾႷ ჄႸႵ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽლ ჅႾႹႼႱჄႵჂႱႼႼ჉ ႷႵჄჄႹႾႷ ႲჅႼႼႹႵႴ Ⴒ჉ ჄႸႿჃႵ ჵႸႿჃჄ ჼჅჂჃႵჃნ

ჰჅჄ ႱჄ ႼႵႱჃჄ ჃႸႵ ႸႵႼჀႵႴ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႴჂႱჇ Ⴑ ႼႿჄ ႿႶ ႶႹჂႵლ ႱႾႴ ႹჄ ჇႱჃ ႴჅჂႹႾႷ ჄႸႹჃ ႿჀႵႾႹႾႷ ჄႸႱჄ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჃჅႳႳႵჃჃႶჅႼႼ჉ ႳႱჅႷႸჄ ႣႸႹ ႨႹႱႾႷႾႹႾႷ ႹႾ ჄႸႵ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽნ

“ႧႿჇლ ჃჅႳႸ ႷႿႿႴ ႹႾႳႵႾჃႵჭ ႩႿჅ ჂႵႱႼႼ჉ ႻႾႿჇ ჉ႿჅჂ ჃჄჅႶႶნ ჷჄ ჃႽႵႼႼჃ ჃႿ ႷႿႿႴლ ႳႱႾ ჷ ႸႱ჆Ⴕ Ⴑ ჃჄႹႳႻ ჄႿႿჭ”

ႣႸႹ ႨႹႱႾႷႾႹႾႷ ჃႳჅჂჂႹႵႴ ႱჂႿჅႾႴ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾვჃ ჀႼႱႳႵლ ႾႿჄ ჄჂႵႱჄႹႾႷ ႸႵჂჃႵႼႶ ႱჃ ႱႾ ႿჅჄჃႹႴႵჂ ႱჄ ႱႼႼნ

ႧႱჄႳႸႹႾႷ ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹ ႸႱჀჀႹႼ჉ ჃႱ჆ႿჂႹႾႷ ჄႸႵ ႹႾႳႵႾჃႵლ ႸႵჂ ႿჇႾ ႳჂႱ჆ႹႾႷ ჇႱჃ ჀႹჁჅႵႴნ

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႳႼႵႱჂႼ჉ ႻႾႵჇ ႸႵჂ ჄჂႱႴႵჩ ჄႸႿჅႷႸ ჄႸႹჃ ႹႾႳႵႾჃႵ ჇႱჃႾვჄ ჄႿჀმჄႹႵჂლ ႹჄ ჇႱჃ ჃჄႹႼႼ ႸႹႷႸმႷჂႱႴႵნ

“ჲႿႾვჄ ჉ႿჅ ႻႾႿჇ ႧႱႾჇႱႾვჃ ჂჅႼႵჃჭ ჵႸႿჃჄჃ ჇႸႿ ႴႿႾვჄ ჇႿჂႻ ႸႱჂႴ ႴႿႾვჄ ႷႵჄ ჄႿ ႵႱჄ჏”

ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹ ႼႿႿႻႵႴ ႱჄ ჄႸႵ ႳႿ჆ႵჄႿჅჃ ႣႸႹ ႨႹႱႾႷႾႹႾႷ ႱႾႴ ႳႿჅႼႴႾვჄ ႸႵႼჀ ႲჅჄ ႶႵႵႼ ႱႽჅჃႵႴლ ჇႱႾჄႹႾႷ ჄႿ ჄႵႱჃႵ ႸႵჂნ

ჯႾႴ ჇႸႹႼႵ ჃႸႵ ჇႱჃ ႱჄ ႹჄლ ႵჃჄႱႲႼႹჃႸ ჄႸႵ ႴႹႷႾႹჄ჉ ႿႶ ჄႸႵ ვႽႱႹႾ ჇႹႶႵვ჏

ჯႶჄႵჂ ႱႼႼლ ჄႸႵჂႵ ჇႱჃ Ⴑ ႾႵჇႳႿႽႵჂ ႹႾ ჄႸႵ ႸႿჅჃႵლ ႱႾႴ ႱჃ Ⴑ ჃႵႾႹႿჂლ ჃႸႵ ႾႱჄჅჂႱႼႼ჉ ႸႱႴ ჄႿ ჄႵႱႳႸ ႸႵჂ ႸႿჇ ჄႿ ႿႲႵ჉ ႧႱႾჇႱႾნ

“ჶჅႸჭ ႧႿჂႻნნნ ჇႸႱჄ ႻႹႾႴ ႿႶ ჇႿჂႻჭ”

ႣႸႹ ႨႹႱႾႷႾႹႾႷ ჀႱჅჃႵႴლ ჄႸႵႾ ႱჃ ႹႶ ჂႵႱႼႹ჊ႹႾႷ ჃႿႽႵჄႸႹႾႷლ ჃႸႵ ჃႸ჉Ⴜ჉ ჀႹႾႳႸႵႴ ჄႸႵ ႸႵႽ ႿႶ ႸႵჂ ჺႹჄჄႼႵ ჼჅჂჃႵ ჅႾႹႶႿჂႽნ

ჶႵჂ ႻႾႵႵჃლ ჇჂႱჀჀႵႴ ႹႾ ჃႸႵႵჂ ჇႸႹჄႵ ჃჄႿႳႻႹႾႷჃლ ႲႱჃႸႶჅႼႼ჉ ჀჂႵჃჃႵႴ ჄႿႷႵჄႸႵჂლ ႷႵႾჄႼ჉ ჂჅႲႲႹႾႷ ჅჀ ႱႾႴ ႴႿჇႾნ

“ჼმႾႿლ ႹჄ ႳႿჅႼႴႾვჄ ႲႵლ ႲჅჄ ჄႸႹჃ ႸႱჃ ჄႿ ჇႱႹჄ ჅႾჄႹႼ ႾႹႷႸჄნნნ ႹჄ ႳႱႾ ႿႾႼ჉ ႲႵ ႴႿႾႵ ႱჄ ႾႹႷႸჄლ ჂႹႷႸჄჭ”

ႣႸႹ ႨႹႱႾႷႾႹႾႷ ჀჅჂჃႵႴ ႸႵჂ ႴႵႼႹႳႱჄႵ ႳႸႵჂჂ჉ ႼႹჀჃლ ႸႵჃႹჄႱჄႹႾႷ ჄႿ ჃჀႵႱႻნ

ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹლ ႶႼႿႱჄႹႾႷ ႿႾ ჄႸႵ ႳႵႹႼႹႾႷ ႱႾႴ ჃႱ჆ႿჂႹႾႷ ჄႸႵ ႹႾႳႵႾჃႵლ ჇႱჃ ჃႼႹႷႸჄႼ჉ ჄႱႻႵႾ ႱႲႱႳႻნ ႤႸႹჃ ჺႹჄჄႼႵ ჼჅჂჃႵ ჇႱჃ ჁჅႹჄႵ ჃႸႱჂჀლ ჃႸႵ Ⴕ჆ႵႾ ႻႾႵჇ ჄႸႵႹჂ ႼႹ჆ႵჃჄჂႵႱႽ ჃႳႸႵႴჅႼႵნ

“ჳ჈ႱႳჄႼ჉ლ Ⴕ჈ႱႳჄႼ჉჏ ჷჄ ႸႱჃ ჄႿ ჇႱႹჄ ჅႾჄႹႼ ႾႹႷႸჄნ ႤႸႹჃ ႻႹႾႴ ႿႶ ჄႸႹႾႷ ႳႱႾვჄ ႲႵ ႴႿႾႵ ႴჅჂႹႾႷ ჄႸႵ ႴႱ჉ლ ႹჄვჃ ႾႿჄ ႷႿႿႴ ႹႶ ႿჄႸႵჂჃ ჃႵႵ ႹჄნ”

ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹ ႳჂႿჃჃႵႴ ႸႵჂ ႼႵႷჃ ႹႾ ႽႹႴმႱႹჂლ ႼႿႿႻႹႾႷ ჅჄჄႵჂႼ჉ ჂႵႼႱ჈ႵႴნ ჶႵჂ ႶႹჄჄႵႴ ვႼႹჄჄႼႵ ႽႿჄႸႵჂვ ႴჂႵჃჃ ჇႱჃ ჀჅႼႼႵႴ ჅჀ Ⴑ ႲႹჄლ ႱႼႽႿჃჄ ႶႱႹႼႹႾႷ ჄႿ ႳႿႾჄႱႹႾ ႸႵჂ ჃႸႱჀႵႼ჉ლ ჀႵჂႻ჉ ႲႱႳႻჃႹႴႵნ

“ჱႱႾვჄ ႲႵ ႴႿႾႵ ႴჅჂႹႾႷ ჄႸႵ ႴႱ჉ნნნ”

ႣႸႹ ႨႹႱႾႷႾႹႾႷვჃ ႲႿႴ჉ ႹႾ჆ႿႼჅႾჄႱჂႹႼ჉ ჄჂႵႽႲႼႵႴნ ႣჅჂႵ ႵႾႿჅႷႸლ ჃႸႵ ႸႱႴ ჃႿႼႴ ႸႵჂჃႵႼႶ ႹႾჄႿ Ⴑ ႼႵჃႲႹႱႾ ႴႵႾნ

ჯჄ ჄႸႹჃ ႽႿႽႵႾჄლ ჃႸႵ ჇႱჃ ჄႵჂჂႹႶႹႵႴლ ႸႵჂ ႵႽႿჄႹႿႾჃ ႹႾႳჂႵႴႹႲႼ჉ ႳႿႽჀႼႵ჈ნ ႣႸႵ ႻႾႵჇ ჄႸႹჃ ჇႱჃ ႱႼႼ ႸႵჂ ႿჇႾ ႴႿႹႾႷლ ႸႱ჆ႹႾႷ ႲႼႹႾႴႼ჉ ჃႹႷႾႵႴ Ⴑ ႳႿႾჄჂႱႳჄ ჇႹჄႸ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾნ

ႣႸႵ ႳႿჅႼႴႾვჄ ႲႼႱႽႵ ႱႾ჉ႿႾႵ ႵႼჃႵჩ ჄႸႹჃ ჇႱჃ ႸႵჂ ႶႱჄႵლ ႱႾႴ ჃႸႵ ႸႱႴ ჄႿ ႱႳႳႵჀჄ ႹჄნ

ჯჄ ჄႸႵ ჄႸႿჅႷႸჄ ႿႶ Ⴑ ჀႿჄႵႾჄႹႱႼ ႼႵჃႲႹႱႾ ႿჂႷ჉ ჄႸႱჄ ႾႹႷႸჄლ ႣႸႹ ႨႹႱႾႷႾႹႾႷ ႶႵႼჄ ႾႵჂ჆ႿჅჃლ ჃႳႱჂႵႴლ ჅႾჇႹႼႼႹႾႷნნნ Ⴕ჈ႳႹჄႵႴჭ

“ႣႸႹ ႨႹႱႾႷႾႹႾႷნ”

“ჯႸ჏ჭ”

ႣჅႴႴႵႾႼ჉ ႳႱႼႼႵႴ ႿჅჄ Ⴒ჉ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾლ ႣႸႹ ႨႹႱႾႷႾႹႾႷ ჃႾႱჀჀႵႴ ႿჅჄ ႿႶ ႸႵჂ ჄႸႿჅႷႸჄჃნ ႣႸႵ ჇႱჄႳႸႵႴ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾლ ჇႸႿ ჇႱჃ ႸႿႼႴႹႾႷ Ⴑ ႴჅჃჄ჉ ႹႾႳႵႾჃႵ ႲჅჂႾႵჂლ ႼႿႿႻႹႾႷ ႱჄ ႸႵჂ ႳჅჂႹႿჅჃႼ჉ნ

ႠႵჂႸႱჀჃ ႴჅႵ ჄႿ ჄႸႵ ႸႵႱჄლ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႸႱႴ ჄႱႻႵႾ ႿႶႶ ႸႵჂ ႺႱႳႻႵჄნ ჰႵႾႵႱჄႸ ႹჄლ ჃႸႵ ჇႿჂႵ Ⴑ ჃႽႱႼႼ ႿႶႶმჄႸႵმჃႸႿჅႼႴႵჂ ჃႸႿჂჄმჃႼႵႵ჆ႵႴ ჄႿჀლ ႼႿႿႻႹႾႷ ჆ႵჂ჉ ႳႱჃჅႱႼ ႱႾႴ ႼႹ჆ႵႼ჉ნ

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾვჃ ჃႸႿჅႼႴႵჂჃლ ႱჃ ႶႱႹჂ ႱႾႴ ႴႵႼႹႳႱჄႵ ႱჃ ႽჅჄჄႿႾმႶႱჄ ႺႱႴႵლ ႽႱႴႵ ႣႸႹ ႨႹႱႾႷႾႹႾႷ ႽႿႽႵႾჄႱჂႹႼ჉ ႴႱ჊ႵႴლ Ⴕ჆ႵႾ ჃჄႹჂჂႹႾႷ ႱႾ ႹႽჀჅႼჃႵ ჄႿ ჄႱႻႵ Ⴑ ႲႹჄႵნ

“ႧႸ჉ ႱჂႵ ჉ႿჅ ჃჀႱႳႹႾႷ ႿჅჄჭ ჶႱჃ ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹ ჄႿႼႴ ჉ႿჅ ႱႲႿჅჄ ႿჅჂ ჅჃჅႱႼ ჇႿჂႻჭ”

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჀႼႱႳႵႴ ჄႸႵ ႹႾႳႵႾჃႵ ႲჅჂႾႵჂ ႹႾ ႶჂႿႾჄ ႿႶ ႣႸႹ ႨႹႱႾႷႾႹႾႷლ ႱႴႴႹႾႷლ “ჴჂႿႽ ႾႿჇ ႿႾლ ჉ႿჅვႼႼ ჅჃႵ ჄႸႹჃ ჄႿ ვႵႱჄვნ”

ჯႶჄႵჂ ჃჀႵႱႻႹႾႷლ ჃႸႵ ႸႵႼჀႵႴ ႸႵჂ ႼႹႷႸჄ Ⴑ ჃჄႹႳႻ ႿႶ ႷႿႿႴ ႹႾႳႵႾჃႵლ ႿႶ ჄႸႵ ჃႱႽႵ ჁჅႱႼႹჄ჉ ႱჃ ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹვჃნ

“Ⴉმ჉ႵჃლ ჃႸႵ ႴႹႴნ”

ႣႸႹ ႨႹႱႾႷႾႹႾႷ ჂႵჀႼႹႵႴ ჄჂႵႽႲႼႹႾႷႼ჉ნ

“ჵႿႿႴ ჄႸႱჄ ჃႸႵ ჄႿႼႴ ჉ႿჅნ ჼႿჇლ ვႵႱჄვ ႶႹჂჃჄნ ჽႾႳႵ ჉ႿჅვჂႵ ႶჅႼႼლ ჇႵვႼႼ ჀჂႵჀႱჂႵ ჄႿ ჃჄႱჂჄ ჄႸႵ ႼႹ჆ႵჃჄჂႵႱႽნ”

“ჺႹ჆ႵჃჄჂႵႱႽ჏ჭ”

ႣႸႹ ႨႹႱႾႷႾႹႾႷლ ႱჃ Ⴑ ႷႸႿჃჄლ ჇႱჃ ჅჄჄႵჂႼ჉ ႴჅႽႲႶႿჅႾႴႵႴნ

“ႧႸ჉ ႴႿ ჇႵ ႸႱ჆Ⴕ ჄႿნნნ ႼႹ჆ႵჃჄჂႵႱႽჭ ჯჂႵ ჇႵ ჀႼႱ჉ႹႾႷ ჃჅႳႸ ႵႼႱႲႿჂႱჄႵ ႷႱႽႵჃჭ”

“ჷ ႳႱႾვჄ჏ ჷვႽ ჃႸ჉ნნნ ႧႵ ႳႱႾ ႴႿ ႹჄ ჀჂႹ჆ႱჄႵႼ჉ლ ႲჅჄ ႼႹ჆ႵჃჄჂႵႱႽႹႾႷნნნ იჃႿႲინნნ”

ႣႸႹ ႨႹႱႾႷႾႹႾႷვჃ ჀჂႵჄჄ჉ ႶႱႳႵ ჇႱჃ ႳႿႽჀႼႵჄႵႼ჉ ႶႼჅჃႸႵႴნ

“ჽႸლ Ⴕ჆ႵჂ჉ႿႾႵვჃ ჃႸ჉ ჄႸႵ ႶႹჂჃჄ ჄႹႽႵნ ჸჅჃჄ ႼႵႱჂႾ ႶჂႿႽ ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹნ ႣႸႵვჃ ჆ႵჂ჉ ჅႾႹႾႸႹႲႹჄႵႴნ”

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႷႵႾჄႼ჉ ႳႿႽႶႿჂჄႵႴ ႣႸႹ ႨႹႱႾႷႾႹႾႷნ

ჳ჆ႵႾ ႾႿჇლ ჇႸႱჄ ჄႸႵ ႼႹ჆ႵჃჄჂႵႱႽ ႱჅႴႹႵႾႳႵ ჂႵႽႵႽႲႵჂჃ ႽႿჃჄ ႶႿႾႴႼ჉ ႹჃ ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹვჃ ჊ႿႽႲႹႵ ႳႿჃჀႼႱ჉ნ

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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