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

Chapter 91

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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ᮄᮘᮕ ᮑᮙᮢ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮓᮛ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮧᮛᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᮑᮤᮝᮟᮣᮠᮘᮕᮢᮕᮼ ᮃᮘᮙ ᮈᮙᮑᮞᮗᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮓᮘᮕᮕᮢᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩ ᮝᮑᮣᮣᮑᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᯚᮙᮥ ᯖᮑᮞ᮪ᮘᮙᮺ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮜᮙᮦᮕᮣᮤᮢᮕᮑᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮖᮢᮟᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮝᮕᮢᮑ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮔᮟᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮘᮥᮞᮔᮢᮕᮔᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮣᮑᮞᮔᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕᮺ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮓᮘᮕᮕᮢᮖᮥᮜ ᮑᮤ ᮑᮜᮜᮼ

ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮘᮥᮞᮔᮢᮕᮔᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮣᮑᮞᮔᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮑᮔᮝᮙᮢᮕᮢᮣ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢᯍ ᯗᮖ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮕᮢᮕᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮤᮑᮣᮛᮺ ᯚᮙᮥ ᯖᮑᮞ᮪ᮘᮙ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮞᮟᮢᮝᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮣᮠᮑᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮣᮕ ᮗᮥᮩᮣ ᮑ ᮗᮜᮑᮞᮓᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮙᮞᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮺ ᯚᮙᮥ ᯖᮑᮞ᮪ᮘᮙ ᮗᮢᮕᮧ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮑᮞᮞᮟᮩᮕᮔᮺ ᮧᮙᮣᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮒᮙᮗ ᮒᮥᮣᮙᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮟᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮧᮙᮣᮕᮼᮼᮼ

ᯚᮙᮥ ᯖᮑᮞ᮪ᮘᮙ ᮘᮑᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮖᮙᮞᮙᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤᮣ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮢᮙᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮕᮣᮣᮑᮗᮕ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮙᮦᮕᮣᮤᮢᮕᮑᮝ ᮓᮘᮑᮤᮼ

ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮒᮥᮜᮜᮕᮤ ᮓᮟᮝᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮤᮟᮠ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮙᮦᮕᮣᮤᮢᮕᮑᮝ ᮓᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮝᮟᮞᮕᮩ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮠᮕᮞᮤᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮝᮟᮞᮕᮩ ᮣᮠᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮜᮑᮣᮘᮙᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮝᮝᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮤᮑᮩᮕᮔᮼ

ᯚᮙᮥ ᯖᮑᮞ᮪ᮘᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮔᮢᮑᮧᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮑᮜᮥᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮤᮢᮙᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮕᮣᮣᮑᮗᮕᮼᮼᮼ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮣᮑᮞᮔ ᮩᮥᮑᮞᮯ

ᯗᮤ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮤᮑᮩ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮟᮠ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮙᮦᮕᮣᮤᮢᮕᮑᮝ ᮓᮘᮑᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮖᮥᮜᮜ ᮘᮑᮜᮖ ᮘᮟᮥᮢᮼ

“ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞᮯ ᯑᮟᮝᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩᮯ”

ᯚᮙᮥ ᯖᮑᮞ᮪ᮘᮙ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔ ᮥᮠᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮜᮕᮣᮘᮩ ᮤᮘᮙᮗᮘᮣ ᮕᮞᮓᮑᮣᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮒᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮣᮤᮟᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮔᮙᮢᮕᮓᮤᮜᮩ ᮘᮙᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮢᮞᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕᮺ ᮝᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮠᮑᮙᮞ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮤᮟᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗᮣᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮒᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩ ᮧᮑᮦᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞᮺ ᮣᮙᮗᮞᮑᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮕᮕᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮕᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮕᮞᮻᮤᮘᮟᮥᮣᮑᮞᮔᮻᮩᮥᮑᮞ ᮣᮤᮢᮙᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮕᮣᮣᮑᮗᮕ ᮙᮤᮣᮕᮜᮖᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮘᮟᮧ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮕᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮢᮙᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮕᮣᮣᮑᮗᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮕᮞᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮙᮝᮠᮜᮕᯈ ᮙᮤ ᮘᮟᮠᮕᮔ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮠᮢᮟᮑᮓᮤᮙᮦᮕᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮑᮓᮤ ᮘᮙᮝ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮣᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮣᮣᮑᮗᮕᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮣᮟᮜᮦᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮣᮛ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮘᮕᮜᮠᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮑᮢᮤᮩ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮗᮕᮞᮕᮢᮟᮥᮣ ᮢᮕᮗᮑᮢᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮢᮕᮝᮥᮞᮕᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮣᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮟᮒᮜᮕᮝ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮟᮜᮦᮕᮔᮺ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮞᮑᮝᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮢᮙᮓᮕᮼ

“ᯕᮟᮤ ᮑ ᮚᮟᮒᯍ”

ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ ᮜᮕᮑᮞᮕᮔ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮝᮕᮢᮑᮺ ᮓᮑᮢᮕᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮑᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮕᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮢᮙᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮕᮣᮣᮑᮗᮕᮼ

【ᯛᮑᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮠᮕᮕᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮥᮤᮼ】

【ᯛᮑᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮙᮣ ᮣᮟ ᮓᮥᮤᮕᮼ】

【ᯕᮟᮤ ᮑ ᮚᮟᮒᯍ ᮇᮘᮕᮞ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᯛᮑᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮜᮙᮦᮕᮣᮤᮢᮕᮑᮝ ᮗᮘᮟᮣᮤᮻᮓᮑᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗᯍ】

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮒᮥᮜᮜᮕᮤ ᮓᮟᮝᮝᮕᮞᮤᮣ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮜᮙᮦᮕᮜᮩ ᮥᮠᮟᮞ ᮣᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞᮺ ᮧᮘᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮘᮑᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮼ

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮔᮟᮕᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮗᮕᮞᮤᮜᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮥᮢᮕ ᮖᮟᮜᮛᮜᮟᮢᮕ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮩᯍ

“ᯖᮝᮝᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮑ ᮠᮘᮟᮞᮕ ᮞᮥᮝᮒᮕᮢᮼ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞᮺ ᮔᮟ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮢᮩ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮑᮓᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᯍ”

ᯚᮙᮥ ᯖᮑᮞ᮪ᮘᮙ ᮒᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮥᮠ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮕᮞᮔ ᮝᮕᮣᮣᮑᮗᮕᮺ ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ ᮞᮟᮔᮔᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮓᮟᮠᮙᮕᮔ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮖ ᮞᮥᮝᮒᮕᮢᮣᮼ

ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ ᮔᮙᮑᮜᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮥᮝᮒᮕᮢᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮜᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮜᮜ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮠᮙᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮥᮠᮼ

ᯔᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮞᮔ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮑ ᮘᮟᮑᮢᮣᮕ ᮖᮕᮝᮑᮜᮕ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕᮺ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮨᮤᮢᮕᮝᮕᮜᮩ ᮘᮑᮗᮗᮑᮢᮔᮼ

“ᯗᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᯛᮑᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᯐᮑᮙᯍ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮞᮟ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᯗ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮞᮟ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮩᮼ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕᮗ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮜᮠ ᮝᮕᮺ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮑᮦᮕ ᮝᮩ ᮧᮘᮟᮜᮕ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮩᮼ”

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮝᮑᮞ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮘᮟᮞᮕ ᮒᮥᮢᮣᮤ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮕᮨᮓᮙᮤᮕᮔ ᮣᮟᮒᮣ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮖᮙᮞᮙᮣᮘ ᮣᮠᮕᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ ᮗᮕᮣᮤᮥᮢᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᯚᮙᮥ ᯖᮑᮞ᮪ᮘᮙ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮙᮞᮥᮕ ᮝᮑᮙᮞᮤᮑᮙᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮙᮦᮕᮣᮤᮢᮕᮑᮝᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮕᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮙᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮢᮟᮟᮝ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮕᮼ

“ᯒᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮢᮥᮣᮘᮺ ᮣᮠᮕᮑᮛ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩᮼ ᯖᮟᮧ ᮓᮑᮞ ᯗ ᮣᮑᮦᮕ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮧᮘᮟᮜᮕ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮩᯍ”

ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮓᮑᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮘᮙᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮟᮣᮥᮢᮕᮼ

“ᯗᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮝᮩ ᮣᮟᮞᮺ ᮝᮩ ᮣᮟᮞ ᮙᮣ ᮝᮙᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗᮼ”

“ᯛᮙᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗᯍ ᯗᮖ ᮘᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮝᮙᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮓᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮟᮜᮙᮓᮕᮼ”

ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ ᮖᮢᮟᮧᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮧᮟᮞᮔᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮝᮑᮞ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮙᮦᮙᮞᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮟᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤᮣᮼ

“ᯛᮑᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᯐᮑᮙᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮩ᮵ᮣ ᮣᮙᮤᮥᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᮇᮕ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᯖᮕ ᮀᮢᮟᮦᮙᮞᮓᮕᮼ ᮉᮕᮑᮢᮣ ᮑᮗᮟᮺ ᮑᮞ ᮕᮜᮔᮕᮢ ᮙᮞ ᮟᮥᮢ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮩ ᮖᮕᮜᮜ ᮙᮜᮜᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮕ ᮣᮠᮕᮞᮤ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮟᮥᮢ ᮣᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮢᮕᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮜᮜᮞᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮧᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮟ ᮓᮘᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮟᮥᮢ ᮟᮜᮔ ᮘᮟᮝᮕ ᮙᮞ ᯖᮕ ᮀᮢᮟᮦᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮙᮦᮕᮼ”

“ᯜᮕᮑᮢ ᮟᮥᮢ ᮟᮜᮔ ᮦᮙᮜᮜᮑᮗᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮑ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮖᮑᮝᮟᮥᮣ ᮟᮝᮙᮞᮟᮥᮣ ᮦᮙᮜᮜᮑᮗᮕᮼ ᯗ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮙᮤᮼ”

“ᯔᮕᮞᮗᮝᮕᮞ ᮆᮙᮜᮜᮑᮗᮕᯍ”

ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ ᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮔᮕᮕᮠ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕᮼ

“ᮄᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮯ ᮄᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕᮯ ᯛᮩ ᮣᮟᮞᮼᮼᮼ ᮝᮩ ᮣᮟᮞ ᮧᮕᮞᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮜᮑᮩᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮣᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮢᮕᮔᮼ”

ᯐᮑᮙ ᮇᮑᮞᮧᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮒᮢᮟᮧᮣ ᮖᮥᮢᮢᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮤᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕ ᮖᮑᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮑᮠᮤᮟᮠ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᯑᮘᮥ ᯏᮞᮞᮙᮑᮞᮼ

ᮇᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮓᮟᮝᮖᮟᮢᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮝᮑᮞᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮑᮠᮤᮟᮠ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮕᮗᮑᮞ ᮣᮕᮑᮢᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮙᮞᮖᮟᮢᮝᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᯔᮕᮞᮗᮝᮕᮞ ᮆᮙᮜᮜᮑᮗᮕ ᮙᮞ ᯖᮕ ᮀᮢᮟᮦᮙᮞᮓᮕᮼ

“ᮄᮘᮕ ᮑᮥᮤᮘᮟᮢᮙᮤᮙᮕᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮙᮜᮜᮑᮗᮕᮢᮣ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮟᮢᮗᮑᮞᮙ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮣᮕᮑᮢᮓᮘ ᮠᮑᮢᮤᮙᮕᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮩ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮔᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮕᮑᮢᮓᮘᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮔ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔᮢᮕᮞ ᮜᮑᮥᮗᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮜᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮖᮑᮢ ᮑᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮖᮟᮜᮜᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮞᮟ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮤ ᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮢᮑᮓᮕᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮑᮓᮤᮙᮦᮙᮤᮩᮼ”

“ᯜᮟ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮘᮑᮣ ᮔᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮠᮠᮢᮟᮑᮓᮘ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮦᮙᮜᮜᮑᮗᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮼ ᯗᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮗᮢᮟᮧᮞ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮧᮕᮕᮔᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮔᮥᮣᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕᮼ ᯗᮖ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔᮢᮕᮞ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮜᮑᮥᮗᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮜᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮙᮝᮠᮟᮣᮣᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮕ ᮞᮟ ᮤᮢᮑᮓᮕᮣ ᮒᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔᮼ”

“ᯝᮞᮕ ᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᮝᮩ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮩ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯗᮺ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮢᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮥᮢ ᮜᮥᮓᮛᮺ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮟ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮙᮜᮜᮑᮗᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮕᮑᮢᮓᮘ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᯗ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮣᮟᮞ ᮓᮢᮩᮙᮞᮗᮼ”

“ᯏᮣ ᮑ ᮝᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮝᮩ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤ ᮙᮣ ᮓᮟᮞᮞᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮩ ᮣᮟᮞ᮵ᮣᮼ ᯖᮙᮣ ᮓᮢᮩᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᯗ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮝᮙᮣᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮝᮩ ᮕᮞᮤᮙᮢᮕ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮼ”

“ᯏᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮢᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮦᮕᮢᮩᮺ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᮺ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮙᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮤᮩᮑᮢᮔ ᮧᮑᮜᮜᮼ ᯗ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮓᮑᮢᮕ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮤᮑᮒᮟᮟᮣ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮜᮙᮝᮒᮕᮔ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮟ ᮕᮞᮤᮕᮢᮼᮼᮼ”

“ᯐᮥᮤ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᯗ ᮕᮞᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮤᮩᮑᮢᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮢᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮑᮒᮢᮥᮠᮤᮜᮩ ᮣᮤᮟᮠᮠᮕᮔᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮤᮩᮑᮢᮔ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮝᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮕᮝᮠᮤᮩᮺ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑᮒᮣᮟᮜᮥᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮞᮟ ᮣᮙᮗᮞᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮑᮞᮩᮟᮞᮕ ᮘᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕᮯ”

“ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮤᮩᮑᮢᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮜᮑᮢᮗᮕ ᮝᮑᮙᮞ ᮘᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮓᮕᮞᮤᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮤᮩᮑᮢᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮥᮞᮗᮕ ᮓᮘᮑᮙᮢᮼ ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮧᮑᮣᮼᮼᮼ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮜᮣᮕ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮔᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮔᮙᮣᮑᮢᮢᮑᮩᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮜᮟᮥᮞᮗᮕ ᮓᮘᮑᮙᮢ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮠᮑᮢᮛᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮞᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮒᮢᮑᮞᮔ ᮞᮕᮧᮼ”

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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