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

Chapter 81

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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“ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞᯍ ᮉᮟᮥ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮑᮓᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮕ ᮣᮟ ᮣᮟᮟᮞᯍ ᮇᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮧᮢᮟᮞᮗᯍ ᯒᮟ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮝᮙᮣᮣ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᯏᮞᮞᮙᮑᮞ ᮣᮙᮣᮤᮕᮢᯍ”

ᯑᮘᮥ ᯏᮞᮞᮙᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮤᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮘᮟᮞᮕᮺ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮟᮞᮕ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮓᮑᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮘᮙᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮕᮑᮣᮙᮞᮗᮼ

“ᮉᮕᮣᮺ ᯗ ᮝᮙᮣᮣ ᯏᮞᮞᮙᮑᮞ ᮣᮙᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮣᮤᮺ ᯗ ᮓᮑᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮑᮧᮑᮩ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮑ ᮣᮕᮓᮟᮞᮔᮼ ᮃᮟᮺ ᯏᮞᮞᮙᮑᮞ ᮣᮙᮣᮤᮕᮢᮺ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮣᮛ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮼ”

ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮝᮟᮦᮕᮺ ᮤᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮔᮦᮑᮞᮤᮑᮗᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮙᮤᮥᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮣᮤᮥᮝᮠᮕᮔ ᯑᮘᮥ ᯏᮞᮞᮙᮑᮞᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮟᮢᮙᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮕᮑᮣᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮞᮞᮟᮓᮕᮞᮤ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮻᮞᮕᮨᮤᮻᮔᮟᮟᮢᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮥᮞᮕᮨᮠᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔᮜᮩᮺ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕᮣ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕᮺ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮒᮙᮗ ᮒᮑᮔ ᮧᮟᮜᮖ ᮤᮕᮑᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮜᮑᮝᮒᮺ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮕᮨᮠᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮒᮙᮗ ᮒᮑᮔ ᮧᮟᮜᮖ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮟᮥᮤᮝᮑᮞᮕᮥᮦᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮜᮑᮝᮒᮼ

ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮣᮤᮢᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮔᮕᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔᮼ

“ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮔᮟ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮣᮛ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤᯍ”

ᯑᮘᮥ ᯏᮞᮞᮙᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮘᮟᮞᮕ ᮖᮕᮙᮗᮞᮕᮔ ᮓᮑᮜᮝᮞᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮙᮤᮩᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮣᮤᮙᮜᮩ ᮗᮢᮑᮒᮒᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮖᮟᮜᮔᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮜᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔᮺ ᮠᮢᮕᮤᮤᮩ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮺ ᮑᮖᮢᮑᮙᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮕᮕᮞ ᮒᮩ ᮠᮑᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮕᮑᮗᮥᮕᮣᮼ

“ᯗᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯓᮕᮢᮙᮕ ᮂᮕᮑᮜᮝᮼ ᯒᮟ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮕᮞᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯓᮕᮢᮙᮕ ᮂᮕᮑᮜᮝ ᮢᮕᮻᮕᮞᮤᮕᮢ ᮙᮤ ᮜᮑᮤᮕᮢ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮦᮑᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮢᮕᮑᮣᮟᮞᮣᯍ”

ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᯑᮘᮥ ᯏᮞᮞᮙᮑᮞ ᮖᮑᮜᮜ ᮣᮙᮜᮕᮞᮤᮼ ᯖᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ ᮑᮣᮛ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑ ᮡᮥᮕᮣᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮜᮥᮣᮘ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮣᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮢᮕᮔᮺ ᮢᮕᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮑ ᮣᮕᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣᮺ ᮣᮟᮜᮕᮝᮞ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᮼ

“ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮙᮣ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑ ᮣᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗᮼ”

“ᮄᮘᮕ ᮃᮠᮕᮓᮙᮑᮜ ᯓᮦᮕᮞᮤ ᯗᮞᮦᮕᮣᮤᮙᮗᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᯐᮥᮢᮕᮑᮥ ᮘᮑᮣ ᮣᮕᮦᮕᮢᮑᮜ ᮕᮜᮔᮕᮢᮣ ᮧᮘᮟᮺ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮩᮟᮥᮺ ᮠᮟᮣᮣᮕᮣᮣ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮖᮟᮜᮛ ᮝᮕᮤᮘᮟᮔᮣᮼ ᮃᮟᮝᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕᮣᮕ ᮕᮜᮔᮕᮢᮣ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮒᮟᮢᮔᮕᮢ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮑᮞᮤᮑᮣᮤᮙᮓᮑᮜᮼ”

ᯑᮘᮥ ᯏᮞᮞᮙᮑᮞ ᮛᮞᮕᮧ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮟᮟᮞ ᮒᮕ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟ ᮘᮑᮢᮝ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮕᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮞᮟᮤᮻᮣᮟᮻᮓᮟᮞᮖᮙᮔᮕᮞᮤᮙᮑᮜ ᮙᮞᮖᮟᮢᮝᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮑᮔᮦᮑᮞᮓᮕᮼ

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮢᮥᮝᮟᮢᮣ ᮓᮙᮢᮓᮥᮜᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞᮜᮙᮞᮕ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮠᮣᮩᮓᮘᮙᮓ ᮥᮞᮙᮤᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮣᮠᮕᮓᮙᮑᮜ ᮓᮟᮔᮕᮞᮑᮝᮕᮣ ᮟᮢ ᮣᮥᮠᮕᮢᮞᮑᮤᮥᮢᮑᮜ ᮠᮘᮕᮞᮟᮝᮕᮞᮟᮞ ᮙᮞᮦᮕᮣᮤᮙᮗᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮒᮥᮢᮕᮑᮥᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤᮢᮩᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮣᮕ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮣᮥᮜᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮃᮠᮕᮓᮙᮑᮜ ᯓᮦᮕᮞᮤ ᯗᮞᮦᮕᮣᮤᮙᮗᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᯐᮥᮢᮕᮑᮥ᮵ᮣ ᮑᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮺ ᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮢᮑᮓᮕᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮙᮓᮥᮜᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮞᮓᮕᮑᮜᮼ ᯏᮝᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮥᮒᮜᮙᮓᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮤᮟᮠᮙᮓᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢᮻᮔᮙᮞᮞᮕᮢ ᮓᮟᮞᮦᮕᮢᮣᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮗᮢᮑᮔᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮕᮦᮟᮜᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮥᮢᮒᮑᮞ ᮜᮕᮗᮕᮞᮔᮣᮼ

ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤᮢᮩ ᮘᮑᮣ ᮣᮠᮕᮓᮙᮑᮜᮙ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮟᮢᮗᮑᮞᮙ᮪ᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮙᮞᮦᮕᮣᮤᮙᮗᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮥᮠᮕᮢᮞᮑᮤᮥᮢᮑᮜ ᮙᮞᮓᮙᮔᮕᮞᮤᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢᮖᮥᮜ ᮖᮙᮗᮥᮢᮕᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮑ ᮖᮑᮞᮤᮑᮣᮤᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᮜᮕᮦᮕᮜ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮣᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᮺ ᮙᮣ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮑ ᮣᮕᮓᮢᮕᮤᮼ

ᯗᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮠᮢᮟᮤᮕᮓᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮥᮒᮜᮙᮓᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮥᮤᮘᮟᮢᮙᮤᮙᮕᮣ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮟᮖᮖᮙᮓᮙᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮑᮓᮛᮞᮟᮧᮜᮕᮔᮗᮕᮔ ᮙᮤᮼ

“ᮄᮘᮕᮩ ᮒᮕᮜᮙᮕᮦᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯓᮕᮢᮙᮕ ᮂᮕᮑᮜᮝ ᮙᮣ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮔᮕᮣᮤᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮙᮕᮼ ᯝᮞᮓᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮕᮞᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯓᮕᮢᮙᮕ ᮂᮕᮑᮜᮝᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮣ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮖᮑᮢ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮔᮕᮑᮤᮘᮼ”

“ᯐᮥᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᮺ ᮒᮩ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮓᮕᮺ ᮕᮣᮓᮑᮠᮕᮔ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯓᮕᮢᮙᮕ ᮂᮕᮑᮜᮝᮺ ᮕᮣᮓᮑᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮔᮕᮑᮤᮘᮼᮼᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮔᮟᮕᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮝᮕᮑᮞ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮑᮦᮟᮙᮔ ᮔᮕᮑᮤᮘᮼ ᯒᮕᮑᮤᮘ ᮙᮣ ᮑ ᮓᮕᮢᮤᮑᮙᮞᮤᮩᯉ ᮣᮟᮟᮞᮕᮢ ᮟᮢ ᮜᮑᮤᮕᮢᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮖᮙᮞᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮦᮑᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮖᮟᮢᮝᮣᮼ”

ᯑᮘᮥ ᯏᮞᮞᮙᮑᮞ ᮣᮙᮗᮘᮕᮔ ᮣᮟᮖᮤᮜᮩᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮗᮜᮑᮞᮓᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮝᮠᮤᮩ ᮔᮕᮣᮛ ᮟᮠᮠᮟᮣᮙᮤᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮖᮟᮢᮜᮟᮢᮞᮼ

“ᯚᮕᮤ ᮝᮕ ᮠᮥᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮩᯈ ᮑᮜᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮞᮙᮞᮕᮤᮩᮻᮞᮙᮞᮕ ᮠᮕᮢᮓᮕᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮃᮠᮕᮓᮙᮑᮜ ᯓᮦᮕᮞᮤ ᯗᮞᮦᮕᮣᮤᮙᮗᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᯐᮥᮢᮕᮑᮥ᮵ᮣ ᮗᮢᮑᮣᮣᮢᮟᮟᮤᮣ ᮝᮕᮝᮒᮕᮢᮣ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮞᮑᮢᮢᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮕᮣᮓᮑᮠᮕᮔ ᮔᮕᮑᮤᮘ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯓᮕᮢᮙᮕ ᮂᮕᮑᮜᮝᮼ”

“ᯏᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮣᮕ ᮗᮢᮑᮣᮣᮢᮟᮟᮤᮣ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞᮞᮕᮜ ᮟᮖᮤᮕᮞ ᮔᮙᮕ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮞᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯓᮕᮢᮙᮕ ᮂᮕᮑᮜᮝ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮙᮞ ᮤᮕᮞ ᮩᮕᮑᮢᮣᮺ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮞᮟ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮣᮠᮑᮢᮕᮔᮼ”

ᯑᮘᮥ ᯏᮞᮞᮙᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣ ᮣᮕᮞᮤ ᮑ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮜ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮣᮠᮙᮞᮕᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮧᮟᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᯑᮘᮥ ᯏᮞᮞᮙᮑᮞᮼᮼᮼ

“ᯗᮞ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮓᮑᮣᮕᮺ ᯏᮞᮞᮙᮑᮞ ᮣᮙᮣᮤᮕᮢᮺ ᮩᮟᮥᯍ”

“ᮉᮕᮣᮺ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮝᮩ ᮠᮢᮕᮔᮕᮓᮕᮣᮣᮟᮢᮣ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮣᮑᮓᮢᮙᮖᮙᮓᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᮣᮕᮜᮦᮕᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯓᮕᮢᮙᮕ ᮂᮕᮑᮜᮝᮼ ᯗ ᮑᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮣᮥᮢᮦᮙᮦᮟᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮄᮘᮙᮢᮔ ᯏᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᯕᮢᮟᮥᮠ ᮟᮖ ᮃᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮃᮕᮦᮕᮞᮼ ᯗ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮤᮕᮜᮜ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮖᮢᮑᮙᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮓᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮝᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮢᮕᮣᮙᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮃᮠᮕᮓᮙᮑᮜ ᯓᮦᮕᮞᮤ ᯗᮞᮦᮕᮣᮤᮙᮗᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᯐᮥᮢᮕᮑᮥᮼ”

“ᯗᮞ ᮖᮑᮓᮤᮺ ᮧᮕ᮵ᮦᮕ ᮤᮑᮜᮛᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮑᮞᮩ ᮣᮥᮢᮦᮙᮦᮟᮢᮣ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯓᮕᮢᮙᮕ ᮂᮕᮑᮜᮝᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮡᮥᮙᮤᮕ ᮑ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ ᮢᮕᮣᮙᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮺ ᮒᮕᮜᮙᮕᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮕ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮔᮕᮓᮕᮙᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᮼ”

“ᮇᮕ ᮓᮑᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮔᮙᮕ ᮘᮕᮜᮠᮜᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮧᮘᮙᮓᮘ ᮙᮣ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮧᮕ ᮤᮢᮩ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮙᮞᮼ”

ᯑᮘᮥ ᯏᮞᮞᮙᮑᮞ ᮕᮨᮠᮜᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮥᮢᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮧᮟᮢᮛᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮒᮥᮣᮩ ᮟᮢᮗᮑᮞᮙ᮪ᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮜᮜᮙᮗᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯚᮙᮠ ᮃᮥᮤᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᯖᮟᮣᮠᮙᮤᮑᮜᮼ

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮕᮨᮤᮢᮕᮝᮕᮜᮩ ᮔᮑᮞᮗᮕᮢᮟᮥᮣ ᯓᮕᮢᮙᮕ ᮂᮕᮑᮜᮝ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮡᮥᮕᮢᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮃᮠᮕᮓᮙᮑᮜ ᯓᮦᮕᮞᮤ ᯗᮞᮦᮕᮣᮤᮙᮗᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᯐᮥᮢᮕᮑᮥᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮞᮦᮑᮜᮥᮑᮒᮜᮕᮺ ᮥᮞᮠᮢᮕᮓᮕᮔᮕᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮜᮜᮙᮗᮕᮞᮓᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮣᮟᮟᮞᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮞᮖᮟᮢᮝᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮙᮣ ᮟᮢᮗᮑᮞᮙ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮞᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯗᮞᮦᮕᮣᮤᮙᮗᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᯐᮥᮢᮕᮑᮥ᮵ᮣ ᮔᮑᮤᮑᮒᮑᮣᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮗᮢᮑᮣᮣᮢᮟᮟᮤᮣ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞᮞᮕᮜ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮣᮑᮦᮕᮔᮼ

“ᯘᮟᮙᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮃᮠᮕᮓᮙᮑᮜ ᯓᮦᮕᮞᮤ ᯗᮞᮦᮕᮣᮤᮙᮗᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᯐᮥᮢᮕᮑᮥ ᮙᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮧᮕ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮕᮩᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮙᮕᮣ ᮟᮢ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮥᮜᮤᮕᮢᮙᮟᮢ ᮝᮟᮤᮙᮦᮕᮣᮼ ᯗᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮣᮙᮝᮠᮜᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮢᮟᮦᮙᮔᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮠᮜᮑᮤᮖᮟᮢᮝ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮙᮞᮖᮟᮢᮝᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮣᮘᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮘᮟᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮨᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮕᮞᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯓᮕᮢᮙᮕ ᮂᮕᮑᮜᮝᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮕᮣᮓᮑᮠᮕ ᮔᮕᮑᮤᮘ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮥᮢᮦᮙᮦᮕᮼ”

“ᯗᮞ ᮖᮑᮓᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮕᮤᮘᮟᮔ ᮙᮣ ᮡᮥᮙᮤᮕ ᮕᮖᮖᮕᮓᮤᮙᮦᮕᮼ ᯏᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮜᮕᮑᮣᮤᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮘᮑᮣ ᮕᮨᮤᮕᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮦᮕᮢᮑᮗᮕ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮣᮠᮑᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮥᮢᮦᮙᮦᮟᮢᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮥᮣ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮟᮢ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮩᮕᮑᮢᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮕᮞ ᮩᮕᮑᮢᮣᮼ”

ᯑᮘᮥ ᯏᮞᮞᮙᮑᮞ ᮣᮑᮙᮔᮺ ᮘᮑᮜᮖᮻᮚᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗᮜᮩᮼ

“ᯏᮞᮔ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ᮵ᮦᮕ ᮠᮕᮢᮖᮟᮢᮝᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮗᮢᮕᮑᮤ ᮣᮕᮢᮦᮙᮓᮕᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮕᮨᮤᮢᮕᮝᮕᮜᮩ ᮔᮑᮞᮗᮕᮢᮟᮥᮣ ᯓᮕᮢᮙᮕ ᮂᮕᮑᮜᮝ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮑᮙᮞᮣ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮓᮢᮥᮓᮙᮑᮜ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮜᮜᮙᮗᮕᮞᮓᮕᮼ ᮇᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮞᮖᮟᮢᮝᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮧᮕ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮑᮦᮕ ᮣᮕᮦᮕᮢᮑᮜ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮜᮙᮦᮕᮣᮼ”

“ᮄᮘᮕ ᯐᮥᮢᮕᮑᮥ ᮜᮕᮑᮔᮕᮢᮣ ᮘᮙᮗᮘᮜᮩ ᮠᮢᮑᮙᮣᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮗᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮙᮦᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮞᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮝᮙᮜᮜᮙᮟᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮒᮟᮞᮥᮣᮼ”

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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