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

Chapter 92

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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“ჴႵႾႷႽႵႾ ႦႹႼႼႱႷႵნნნ”

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႼႿႿႻႵႴ ႱჄ ჄႸႵ ႱჂႳႸႹ჆ႵჃ ჂႵჄჂႹႵ჆ႵႴ ႶჂႿႽ ჄႸႵ ႣჀႵႳႹႱႼ ჳ჆ႵႾჄ ჷႾ჆ႵჃჄႹႷႱჄႹႿႾ ჰჅჂႵႱჅნ ჷႾჃႹႴႵლ ႹႾႶႿჂႽႱჄႹႿႾ ႱႲႿჅჄ ჄႸႵ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽ ႿႶ ჴႵႾႷႽႵႾ ႦႹႼႼႱႷႵ ჇႱჃ ႳႼႵႱჂႼ჉ ჂႵႳႿჂႴႵႴნ

ႥႾႼႹႻႵ ჄႸႵ ჺႹჀ ႣჅჄჅჂႹႾႷ ჱႼႹႾႹႳლ Ⴑ ႳႵჂჄႱႹႾ ႴႵႱჄႸ Ⴕ჈ჀႵჂႹႵႾႳႵ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႸႱႴ ႷႿႾႵ ჄႸჂႿჅႷႸ ႲႵႶႿჂႵლ ჄႸႵ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽ ႿႶ ჴႵႾႷႽႵႾ ႦႹႼႼႱႷႵ ႿႶႶႵჂႵႴ Ⴑ ႳႸႱႾႳႵ ჄႿ ႳႼႵႱჂ ႹჄნ

ႤႸႵ ႽႱჃჄႵჂ ႿႶ ჄႸႹჃ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽ ႴႹႴႾვჄ ჃႵႵႽ ჄႿ ႲႵ ႱႾ ჅႾჂႵႱჃႿႾႱႲႼႵ ႵႾჄႹჄ჉ჩ ႱჃ ႼႿႾႷ ႱჃ ႿႾႵ ႶႿႼႼႿჇႵႴ ჄႸႵ ჂჅႼႵჃლ ჄႸႵჂႵ ჇႱჃ ჃჄႹႼႼ Ⴑ ႳႸႱႾႳႵ ჄႿ ჃჅႳႳႵჃჃႶჅႼႼ჉ ႳႼႵႱჂ ႹჄნ

ႧႸႱჄ ႽႱႴႵ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႳჅჂႹႿჅჃ ჇႱჃ ჄႸႱჄ ჄႸႵ ႼႵႷႵႾႴჃ ႿႶ ჴႵႾႷႽႵႾ ႦႹႼႼႱႷႵ ႸႱႴ ႲႵႵႾ ჇႹႴႵႼ჉ ႴႹჃႳჅჃჃႵႴ ႿႾႼႹႾႵ ႶႿჂ Ⴟ჆ႵჂ ჃႵ჆ႵჂႱႼ ႴႵႳႱႴႵჃნ

ႩႵჄლ ჄႸႵ ႶႹჂჃჄ ჄႹႽႵ ჄႸႹჃ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽ ႿႶ ჴႵႾႷႽႵႾ ႦႹႼႼႱႷႵ ჇႱჃ ႿႶႶႹႳႹႱႼႼ჉ ႴႹჃႳႿ჆ႵჂႵႴ ႱႾႴ ႹႾჄႵჂ჆ႵႾႵႴ ჇႹჄႸ ჇႱჃ ႿႾႼ჉ ႹႾ ჂႵႳႵႾჄ ჉ႵႱჂჃნ

“჻ႱჃჄႵჂ ჰႱႹლ ჇႵ ႱჂႵ ჄჂჅႼ჉ ჄႵჂჂႹႶႹႵႴნ ႠႼႵႱჃႵ ႸႵႼჀ ჅჃნ ჻჉ ჃႿႾ ႹჃ ჄႸႵ ႱჀჀႼႵ ႿႶ ႿჅჂ ႶႱႽႹႼ჉ვჃ Ⴕ჉Ⴕჩ ႹႶ ႸႵვჃ ႷႿႾႵლ ჷ ჇႿႾვჄ ჇႱႾჄ ჄႿ ႼႹ჆Ⴕ ႵႹჄႸႵჂნ”

“ႤႸႵ჉ ႱႼႼ ჃႱ჉ ჉ႿჅ ႸႱ჆Ⴕ ႷჂႵႱჄ ႱႲႹႼႹჄႹႵჃლ ႳႱჀႱႲႼႵ ႿႶ ჃჅႲႴჅႹႾႷ ႳႸႹႼႴ ႷႸႿჃჄჃ ႶჂႿႽ Ⴑ ႴႹჃჄႱႾႳႵნ ჯჃ ႼႿႾႷ ႱჃ ჉ႿჅვჂႵ ႷႹ჆ႵႾ ႵႾႿჅႷႸ ჂႵႽჅႾႵჂႱჄႹႿႾლ ჉ႿჅ ႳႱႾ Ⴕ჆ႵႾ ჀჅჄ ႹႾ Ⴑ ႷႿႿႴ ჇႿჂႴ ႶႿჂ ჀႵႿჀႼႵ ႲႵႶႿჂႵ ჹႹႾႷ ႩႱႽႱნ”

“ႧႵ ჄჂჅႼ჉ ႸႱ჆Ⴕ ႾႿ ႿჄႸႵჂ ႳႸႿႹႳႵნნნ ႧႵ ႱჂႵ ჇႹႼႼႹႾႷ ჄႿ ჀႱ჉ ႿႾႵ ႽႹႼႼႹႿႾ჏ ႤႸႹჃ ႹჃ ႽႿჃჄ ႿႶ ႿჅჂ ႼႹႶႵ ჃႱ჆ႹႾႷჃ ႱჃ Ⴑ ႳႿჅჀႼႵნ”

ჺႹჃჄႵႾႹႾႷ ჄႿ ჄႸႵ ჇႿႽႱႾვჃ ႸႿႱჂჃႵ ჆ႿႹႳႵ ႿႾ ჄႸႵ ႿჄႸႵჂ ႵႾႴ ႿႶ ჄႸႵ ჀႸႿႾႵლ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႶႵႼჄ ჅჄჄႵჂႼ჉ ႸႵႼჀႼႵჃჃნ

ႧႸႿ ႿႾ ႵႱჂჄႸ ჃჀჂႵႱႴ ჄႸႵ ჂჅႽႿჂ ჄႸႱჄ ჃႸႵ ႳႿჅႼႴ ჃჀႵႱႻ ႿႾ ჀႵႿჀႼႵვჃ ႲႵႸႱႼႶ ႲႵႶႿჂႵ ჹႹႾႷ ႩႱႽႱჭ

“ჷ ႳႱႾ ႸႵႼჀ ჉ႿჅლ ႲჅჄ ჉ႿჅჂ ჃႿႾვჃ ჃႹჄჅႱჄႹႿႾ ႹჃ ႼႹႻႵႼ჉ ႾႿჄ ႿჀჄႹႽႹჃჄႹႳნ ჳ჆ႵႾ ႹႶ ჷ ႷႿლ ჷ ႽႹႷႸჄ ႾႿჄ ႷႵჄ Ⴑ ႷႿႿႴ ႿჅჄႳႿႽႵნ”

“ჶႿჇႵ჆ႵჂლ ჷ ჇႹႼႼ ჄჂ჉ Ⴝ჉ ႲႵჃჄნ ჷႾ ჄႸႵ ჇႿჂჃჄმႳႱჃႵ ჃႳႵႾႱჂႹႿნნნ ჷ ႽႹႷႸჄ ႿႾႼ჉ ႲႵ ႱႲႼႵ ჄႿ ႲჂႹႾႷ ჉ႿჅ ႲႱႳႻ Ⴑ ႳႿჂჀჃႵნ”

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჃႹႷႸႵႴ ჃႿႶჄႼ჉ნ ႣႸႵ ႱჃႻႵႴ ჄႸႵ ჇႿႽႱႾ ႶႿჂ ჄႸႵ ႳႸႹႼႴვჃ ႲႹჂჄႸ ႳႸႱჂႱႳჄႵჂჃ ႱႾႴ ჀႵჂႶႿჂႽႵႴ Ⴑ ჁჅႹႳႻ ႴႹ჆ႹႾႱჄႹႿႾნ

ႤႸႹჃ ႳႸႹႼႴ ჇႱჃ ႾႱჄჅჂႱႼႼ჉ ႼႹ჆ႵႼ჉ ႱႾႴ ჂႵჃჄႼႵჃჃლ ႹႾ ჃႸႿჂჄლ Ⴑ ႽႹჃႳႸႹႵ჆ႿჅჃ ႳႸႹႼႴნ ჶႵ ႹႾႴႵႵႴ ႸႱႴ Ⴑ ႴႵჃჄႹႾႵႴ ႳႱႼႱႽႹჄ჉ ႹႾ ႸႹჃ ႶႱჄႵნ

ჶႿჇႵ჆ႵჂლ ჄႸႹჃ ႳႱႼႱႽႹჄ჉ ႸႱႴ ႾႿჄႸႹႾႷ ჄႿ ႴႿ ჇႹჄႸ ႸႹႽ ჀႵჂჃႿႾႱႼႼ჉ჩ ႹჄ ჇႱჃ ჄႸႵ ႻႱჂႽႱ ჃႿჇႾ Ⴒ჉ ႸႹჃ ჀႱჂႵႾჄჃნ

ჷႾ ႿჄႸႵჂ ჇႿჂႴჃლ ჄႸႹჃ ႳႸႹႼႴ ჇႱჃ ႲႿჂႾ ႹႾჄႿ ჄႸႵ ჇჂႿႾႷ ႶႱႽႹႼ჉ნ ჶႵ ჂႵႹႾႳႱჂႾႱჄႵႴ ႹႾჄႿ ჄႸႹჃ ჇႿჂႼႴ ჀჂႵႳႹჃႵႼ჉ ჄႿ ჅჃႵ ႸႹჃ ႶႱჄႵႴ ႳႱႼႱႽႹჄ჉ ჄႿ ჂႵჀႱ჉ ႸႹჃ ჀႱჂႵႾჄჃვ ႴႵႲჄჃნ

“჻ႱჃჄႵჂ ჰႱႹლ ჀႼႵႱჃႵ ႸႵႼჀ ჅჃლ ჉ႿჅ ႽჅჃჄ ႸႱ჆Ⴕ Ⴑ ჇႱ჉ნ ႤႸႱჄვჃ ჴႵႾႷႽႵႾ ႦႹႼႼႱႷႵ჏ ჽჅჂ ႸႿႽႵჄႿჇႾ ႸႱჃ ႸႱႴ ჄႵჂჂႹႶ჉ႹႾႷ ႼႵႷႵႾႴჃ ჀႱჃჃႵႴ ႴႿჇႾ ႶႿჂ ႷႵႾႵჂႱჄႹႿႾჃნნნ”

“ჳ჆ႵႾ ႳႸႹႼႴჂႵႾ ჃႹႾႷ ჄႸႱჄ ႾჅჂჃႵჂ჉ ჂႸ჉ႽႵნნნ”

“ჴႵႾႷႽႵႾ ႦႹႼႼႱႷႵლ ჇႹႾႴႹႾႷ ჂႿႱႴჃლ

ჵႿ ႹႾ ႱႾႴ ჉ႿჅ ႳႱႾვჄ ႳႿႽႵ ႿჅჄ჎

ႡჅႹႵჄ Ⴒ჉ ႴႱ჉ლ ႾႿႹჃ჉ Ⴒ჉ ႾႹႷႸჄლ

ჼႱႾႾႱႾ ႸႱႾႷႵႴ ႸႵჂჃႵႼႶნნნ”

ႤႸႵ ჇႿႽႱႾ ჂႵႳႹჄႵႴ Ⴑ ႶႵჇ ႼႹႾႵჃ ႿႶ ჄႸႵ ჃႵႵႽႹႾႷႼ჉ ႹႾႾႿႳႵႾჄ ႾჅჂჃႵჂ჉ ჂႸ჉ႽႵლ ႲჅჄ ႸႵჂ ჆ႿႹႳႵ ႱႲჂჅჀჄႼ჉ ჃჄႿჀჀႵႴ ႲႵႶႿჂႵ ჃႸႵ ႶႹႾႹჃႸႵႴნ

“ჽႸლ ჄႸႹჃ ႹჃ ჅႾႼჅႳႻ჉ნ ჷ ჇႿႾვჄ ႲჂႹႾႷ ჅჀ ჄႱႲႿႿჃ ႶႿჂ ჉ႿჅ ႼႱჄႵ ႱჄ ႾႹႷႸჄნ”

ႤႸႵ ჇႿႽႱႾ ჃႹႷႸႵႴ ჃႿႶჄႼ჉ნ ჷჄ ჇႱჃ ႳႼႵႱჂ ჃႸႵ ႻႾႵჇ ႸႿჇ ႴႱႾႷႵჂႿჅჃ ჴႵႾႷႽႵႾ ႦႹႼႼႱႷႵ ჇႱჃ ႱႾႴ ჄႸႱჄ ႸႵჂ ჃႿႾ ჇႱჃ ႼႹႻႵႼ჉ ႹႾ ႷჂႱ჆Ⴕ ႴႱႾႷႵჂნ

ჴჂႿႽ ჄႸႵ ႾႿႹჃ჉ ჃႿჅႾႴჃ ႿႾ ჄႸႵ ႿჄႸႵჂ ႵႾႴ ႿႶ ჄႸႵ ჀႸႿႾႵლ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႳႿჅႼႴ ႱႼჃႿ ႸႵႱჂ ჃႵ჆ႵჂႱႼ ႽႵႾ ჆ႵႸႵႽႵႾჄႼ჉ ႴႹჃႳჅჃჃႹႾႷ ჃႿႽႵჄႸႹႾႷნ

ჽႾႼ჉ Ⴑ ႶႵჇ ჀႸჂႱჃႵჃ ႳႿჅႼႴ ႲႵ ჆ႱႷჅႵႼ჉ ႽႱႴႵ ႿჅჄნნნ

“ႧႵ ჇႿჅႼႴႾვჄ ႴႱჂႵ ႷႿ ႹႾჩ ႿႾႳႵ ჉ႿჅვჂႵ ႹႾლ ჉ႿჅ ႳႱႾვჄ ႳႿႽႵ ႿჅჄნ”

“ჺႵჄ ჄႸႹჃ ჻ႱჃჄႵჂ ჄჂ჉ნ ჷႶ ႸႵვჃ ႱႼႹ჆Ⴕლ ჇႵ ჇႱႾჄ ჄႿ ჃႵႵ ႸႹႽჩ ႹႶ ႸႵვჃ ႴႵႱႴლ ჇႵ ჇႱႾჄ ჄႿ ჃႵႵ ႸႹჃ ႳႿჂჀჃႵნ”

“ჷႶ Ⴑ ႳႸႹႼႴ ႶჂႿႽ ႿჅჂ ႶႱႽႹႼ჉ ႴႹႵჃ ႹႾ ჴႵႾႷႽႵႾ ႦႹႼႼႱႷႵლ ႹჄვჃ ჅႾႼჅႳႻ჉ლ ႹჄ ႽႵႱႾჃ ႾႿ ႴႵჃႳႵႾႴႱႾჄჃნნნ”

ჷჄ ჇႱჃ ႼႹႻႵႼ჉ Ⴑ ႴႹჃႳჅჃჃႹႿႾ ႲႵჄჇႵႵႾ ჄႸႵ ႶႱႽႹႼ჉ ႵႼႴႵჂჃ ႱႾႴ ჄႸႵ ႽႱႼႵ ႽႵႽႲႵჂჃნ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႷჅႵჃჃႵႴ ჄႸႱჄ ჄႸႵ ႵႾ჆ႹჂႿႾႽႵႾჄ ჄႸႵ ჇႿႽႱႾ ႼႹ჆ႵႴ ႹႾ ჇႱჃ ႸႹႷႸႼ჉ ჃჅჀႵჂჃჄႹჄႹႿჅჃნ

ჳ჆ႵႾ ჄႸႵ ႻႹႾႴ ႿႶ ჃჅჀႵჂჃჄႹჄႹႿႾ ჄႸႱჄ ႳႿჅႼႴ ႸႱჂႽ ჀႵႿჀႼႵ჏

ႣჅჀႵჂჃჄႹჄႹႿႾ ႱႼჃႿ ႳႿႽႵჃ ႹႾ Ⴤ჉ჀႵჃნ ჻ႿჅჂႾႹႾႷ ႴႵႳႵႱჃႵႴ ჂႵႼႱჄႹ჆ႵჃლ ႲႵႼႹႵ჆ႹႾႷ ჄႸႱჄ ႿႾႵვჃ ႸႵႱჂჄႶႵႼჄ ჇႹჃႸႵჃ ႳႱႾ ႲႵ ႳႿႾ჆Ⴕ჉ႵႴ ჄႿ ჄႸႵႽ ჇႹჄႸ ႹႾႳႵႾჃႵ ႿႶႶႵჂႹႾႷჃ—ჄႸႹჃ ႹჃ ႿႾႵ ႻႹႾႴ ႿႶ ჃჅჀႵჂჃჄႹჄႹႿႾნ

ჰႵႼႹႵ჆ႹႾႷ ႹႾ ႸჅႽႱႾ ჃႱႳჂႹႶႹႳႵლ ႳႿႾჃჄႱႾჄႼ჉ ႴႵႽႱႾႴႹႾႷ ႼႹ჆Ⴕ ჃႱႳჂႹႶႹႳႵჃ ႿჂ ႲႼႿႿႴ ჃႱႳჂႹႶႹႳႵჃლ ႱႾႴ Ⴕ჆ႵႾ ჅჃႹႾႷ Ⴝ჉ჃჄႹႳႱႼ ჀჂႿႾႿჅႾႳႵႽႵႾჄჃ ჄႿ ႳႿႾჄჂႿႼ ႿჄႸႵჂჃვ ჄႸႿჅႷႸჄჃ ႱႾႴ ႹႾჃჄႹႼႼ ႶႵႱჂ—ჄႸႹჃ ႹჃ ႱႼჃႿ Ⴑ ႻႹႾႴ ႿႶ ჃჅჀႵჂჃჄႹჄႹႿႾნ

ჰჅჄ ჄႸႵჃႵ ჄჇႿ Ⴤ჉ჀႵჃ ႿႶ ჃჅჀႵჂჃჄႹჄႹႿႾ ႱჂႵ ჇႿჂႼႴჃ ႱჀႱჂჄნნნ

ႤႸႵ ႿჄႸႵჂ ჀႱჂჄ჉ ჇႱჃ ჆ႵჂ჉ ႼႹႻႵႼ჉ ჄႸႵ ႼႱჄჄႵჂნ

ႤႿ ႲႵ ႸႿႾႵჃჄლ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႴႹႴႾვჄ ჇႱႾჄ ჄႿ ႷႵჄ ႹႾ჆ႿႼ჆ႵႴ ႹႾ ჄႸႹჃ ႽႱჄჄႵჂლ ႲჅჄ ႱႶჄႵჂ ჃႵႵႹႾႷ ჄႸႵ ႹႾႶႿჂႽႱჄႹႿႾ ႿႾ ჴႵႾႷႽႵႾ ႦႹႼႼႱႷႵლ ჃႸႵ ႹႽႽႵႴႹႱჄႵႼ჉ ႳႸႱႾႷႵႴ ႸႵჂ ႽႹႾႴნ

ჰႵႳႱჅჃႵ ჃႸႵ ႾႿჄႹႳႵႴ ჄႸႱჄ ჄႸႵ ႹႾႶႿჂႽႱჄႹႿႾ ႱႲႿჅჄ ჄႸႵ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽ ႿႶ ჴႵႾႷႽႵႾ ႦႹႼႼႱႷႵ ჂႵႳႿჂႴႵႴ Ⴒ჉ ჄႸႵ ႣჀႵႳႹႱႼ ჳ჆ႵႾჄ ჷႾ჆ႵჃჄႹႷႱჄႹႿႾ ჰჅჂႵႱჅ ჇႱჃ ႳႿႽჀႼႵჄႵႼ჉ ႴႹႶႶႵჂႵႾჄ ႶჂႿႽ ჄႸႵ ჅჂႲႱႾ ႼႵႷႵႾႴჃ ႳႹჂႳჅႼႱჄႹႾႷ ႿႾႼႹႾႵნ

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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