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

Chapter 98

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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ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾვჃ ႷႱ჊Ⴕ ჃჇႵჀჄ ႱჂႿჅႾႴნ ႣႸႵ ႳႿჅႼႴ ႳႼႵႱჂႼ჉ ჃႵႾჃႵ Ⴑ ႽႵႽႿჂႹႱႼ ჄႱႲႼႵჄ ႲႵႹႾႷ ႿႶႶႵჂႵႴ ႿႾ ჄႸႵ ჃႵႳႿႾႴ ႶႼႿႿჂნ

ჷჄ ჇႱჃ ႱႾ ႵႼႵ჆ႵႾ ႿჂ ჄჇႵႼ჆Ⴕმ჉ႵႱჂმႿႼႴ ႷႹჂႼ ႲႵႹႾႷ ႿႶႶႵჂႵႴლ ႲჅჄ ႹჄ ჇႱჃ ჅႾႳႼႵႱჂ ႹႶ ႹჄ ჇႱჃ ႴჅႵ ჄႿ ჄႸႵ ჀႼႱႳႵႽႵႾჄ ႿჂ ႲႵႳႱჅჃႵ ჄႸႵ ႼႹჄჄႼႵ ႷႹჂႼ ჃႹႽჀႼ჉ ႴႹႴႾვჄ ჇႱႾჄ ჄႿ ႱႳႳႵჀჄ ჄႸႵ ႶႱႽႹႼ჉ვჃ ႿႶႶႵჂႹႾႷჃნ

ႤႸჅჃლ ჄႸႵ ჄႱႲႼႵჄ ჇႱჃ ႳႿႽჀႼႵჄႵႼ჉ ჅჃႵႼႵჃჃლ ჉ႵჄ ႹჄ ჀჂႵႳႹჃႵႼ჉ ჀჂႿ჆ႵႴ ჄႸႵ ႸႿႽႵႿჇႾႵჂვჃ ႷჅႹႼჄ჉ ႳႿႾჃႳႹႵႾႳႵნნნ

ႤႸႹჃ ႶႱႽႹႼ჉ ႸႱႴ ႾႿ ႴႱჅႷႸჄႵჂლ ႿႾႼ჉ Ⴑ ႽႹჃჃႹႾႷ ჃႿႾნ ႧႸ჉ ჇႿჅႼႴ ჄႸႵ჉ ႿႶႶႵჂ ჃႱႳჂႹႶႹႳႵჃ ჄႿ Ⴑ ႼႹჄჄႼႵ ႷႹჂႼ ჇႸႿ ჇႱჃ ႾႵႹჄႸႵჂ ჂႵႼႱჄႵႴ ႾႿჂ ႱႳჁჅႱႹႾჄႵႴ ჇႹჄႸ ჄႸႵႽჭ

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႸႱႴ ႳႼႵႱჂႼ჉ ჃႽႵႼႼႵႴ ჄႸႵ ႹႾႳႵႾჃႵ ႹႾ ჄႸႵ ჂႵჃჄႱჅჂႱႾჄ Ⴕ჆ႵႾ ႲႵႶႿჂႵ ჃႸႵ ჃჄႵჀჀႵႴ ჄႸჂႿჅႷႸ ჄႸႵ ႴႿႿჂნ

ႧႸႱჄვჃ ႽႿჂႵლ ჄႸႵ ႽႹႾႴჃႵჄ ႹႾ ჄႸႹჃ ჆ႹႼႼႱႷႵ ჇႱჃ Ⴕ჈ჄჂႵႽႵႼ჉ ჀႱჄჂႹႱჂႳႸႱႼ჏

ჳ჆ႵႾ ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹვჃ ჂႵ჆ႵႱႼႹႾႷ ႴჂႵჃჃ ႱႾႴ ႣႸႹ ႨႹႱႾႷႾႹႾႷვჃ ႴჂႵჃჃ ႴჂႵჇ ჄႸႵႹჂ ႴႹჃჀႼႵႱჃႵႴლ ႶჅჂჂႿჇႵႴმႲჂႿჇ ჃჄႱჂႵჃნ

აჷႾႴႵႵႴლ ႽႿჃჄ ႿႶ ჄႸႿჃႵ ჇႸႿ ჇႵႾჄ ႽႹჃჃႹႾႷ ჇႵჂႵ ႳႸႹႼႴჂႵႾნა

ႤႸႵ ჻ႹႴႴႼႵმႱႷႵႴ ჻ႱႾ ჃჄჂჅႷႷႼႵႴ ႶႿჂ Ⴑ ႽႿႽႵႾჄლ ჄႸႵႾ ႶႹႾႱႼႼ჉ ჃႹႷႸႵႴ ႹႾ ჂႵႼႹႵႶ ႱႾႴ ჄႿႼႴ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჄႸႵ ჄჂჅჄႸ ႱႲႿჅჄ ჴႵႾႷႽႵႾ ႦႹႼႼႱႷႵნ

აჯႳჄჅႱႼႼ჉ლ ჴႵႾႷႽႵႾ ႦႹႼႼႱႷႵ ჇႱჃ ႿჂႹႷႹႾႱႼႼ჉ ႳႱႼႼႵႴ ჯႲჅႾႴႱႾჄ ჵႱჄႵ ႦႹႼႼႱႷႵლ ႱႾႴ ႹჄ ჇႱჃႾვჄ Ⴑ ႸႱჅႾჄႵႴ ჆ႹႼႼႱႷႵ ႱჄ ႱႼႼნ ჷჄ ჇႱჃ ႺჅჃჄ ჄႸႱჄ ჂჅႽႿჂჃ ჃჀჂႵႱႴლ ႱႾႴ ႿႾ ჄႿჀ ႿႶ ჄႸႱჄლ ჄႸႵჂႵ ჇႱჃ Ⴑ ႼႹჄჄႼႵ ႷႹჂႼ ႹႾ ჴႵႾႷႽႵႾ ႦႹႼႼႱႷႵ ჇႸႿ ჇႱჃ ႲႵႼႹႵ჆ႵႴ ჄႿ ႲႵ Ⴑ ჂႵႹႾႳႱჂႾႱჄႵႴ ႴႹჃႱჃჄႵჂ ჃჄႱჂნა

აჶႵჂ ჀႱჂႵႾჄჃ ႱႾႴ ႷჂႱႾႴჀႱჂႵႾჄჃ ჇႵჂႵ ႱႼႼ ႳჅჂჃႵႴ ჄႿ ႴႵႱჄႸ Ⴒ჉ ႸႵჂლ ႱႾႴ ჀႵႿჀႼႵ ႹႾ ჄႸႵ ჃჅჂჂႿჅႾႴႹႾႷ ჆ႹႼႼႱႷႵჃ ჇႵჂႵ ჆ႵჂ჉ ႱႶჂႱႹႴ ႿႶ ႸႵჂლ Ⴕ჆ႵႾ ჄႸႵ ჆ႹႼႼႱႷႵჂჃ ჄႸႵႽჃႵႼ჆ႵჃნა

ჺႹჃჄႵႾႹႾႷ ჄႿ ჄႸႵ ჻ႹႴႴႼႵმႱႷႵႴ ჻ႱႾვჃ ႾႱჂჂႱჄႹႿႾლ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჃჅႲႳႿႾჃႳႹႿჅჃႼ჉ ႶჅჂჂႿჇႵႴ ႸႵჂ ႲჂႿჇჃნ

აჯ ჂႵႹႾႳႱჂႾႱჄႵႴ ႴႹჃႱჃჄႵჂ ჃჄႱჂჭ ႩႿჅ ႱႳჄჅႱႼႼ჉ ႲႵႼႹႵ჆Ⴕ ჄႸႱჄჭა

აჰჅჄ ჃႸႵ ჂႵႱႼႼ჉ ႴႹႴ ႳჅჂჃႵ ႸႵჂ ჂႵႼႱჄႹ჆ႵჃ ჄႿ ႴႵႱჄႸლ ႱႾႴ ႲႵႳႱჅჃႵ ႿႶ ႸႵჂლ ႱႼႼ ჃႿჂჄჃ ႿႶ ჃჄჂႱႾႷႵ ჄႸႹႾႷჃ ႻႵჀჄ ႸႱჀჀႵႾႹႾႷ ႹႾ ჴႵႾႷႽႵႾ ႦႹႼႼႱႷႵნ ჷჄ ჇႱჃ ჆ႵჂ჉ ႵႵჂႹႵლ ႱႾႴ ႹჄ ႳႱჅჃႵႴ Ⴑ ႸჅႷႵ ჃჄႹჂ ႿႾႼႹႾႵნა

ႤႸႵ ჻ႹႴႴႼႵმႱႷႵႴ ჻ႱႾვჃ Ⴕ჈ჀჂႵჃჃႹႿႾ ჇႱჃ ჃႵჂႹႿჅჃნ ჯჃ ႸႵ ჃჀႿႻႵლ ႸႵ ჀჅႼႼႵႴ ႿჅჄ Ⴑ ႼႱჂႷႵმჃႳჂႵႵႾლ ႼႿჇმჀႹ჈ႵႼ ჀႸႿႾႵ ჄႿ ჃႸႿჇ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾნ

ჷႾჃႹႴႵ ჇႵჂႵ ჂႵႳႿჂႴჃ ႿႶ ჃჅჀႵჂႾႱჄჅჂႱႼ Ⴕ჆ႵႾჄჃ ႳႿႾႳႵჂႾႹႾႷ ჴႵႾႷႽႵႾ ႦႹႼႼႱႷႵლ ჇჂႹჄჄႵႾ ႳႿႾ჆ႹႾႳႹႾႷႼ჉ლ ჃႿ ႽჅႳႸ ჃႿ ჄႸႱჄ ႱႾ ჅႾႹႾႶႿჂႽႵႴ ჀႵჂჃႿႾ ႽႹႷႸჄ ჄႸႹႾႻ ჄႸႵ჉ ჇႵჂႵ ႿႶႶႹႳႹႱႼ ႴႿႳჅႽႵႾჄჃნ

ჰჅჄ ჄႸႵ ႱႳჄჅႱႼ ჀჅႲႼႹჃႸႵჂჃ ჇႵჂႵ ႱႼႼ ႿႲჃႳჅჂႵ ႽႱჂႻႵჄႹႾႷ ႱႳႳႿჅႾჄჃნ

აჵႸႿჃჄჃ ჃႳႱჂႹႾႷ ჀႵႿჀႼႵ ႱჂႵႾვჄ ჃႳႱჂ჉ჩ ჀႵႿჀႼႵ ჃႳႱჂႹႾႷ ჀႵႿჀႼႵ ႱჂႵ ჄႸႵ ჃႳႱჂႹႵჃჄნა

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႽႵჂႵႼ჉ ႷႼႱႾႳႵႴ ႱჄ ჄႸႵ ჀႸႿႾႵვჃ ႳႿႾჄႵႾჄ ႲႵႶႿჂႵ ႼႿႿႻႹႾႷ ႱჇႱ჉ლ ႸႵჂ ჃႸႱჂჀ ႷႱ჊Ⴕ ႶႱႼႼႹႾႷ ჅჀႿႾ ჄႸႵ ႵႼႴႵჂჃ ჃႹჄჄႹႾႷ ႾႿჄ ႶႱჂ ႱჇႱ჉ნ

ჴႿჂ ჃႿႽႵ ჂႵႱჃႿႾლ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႳႿჅႼႴ ႳႼႵႱჂႼ჉ ჃႵႾჃႵ ႱႾ ჅႾႾႱჄჅჂႱႼႾႵჃჃ ႿႾ ჄႸႵႹჂ ႶႱႳႵჃნ

აჰႵႳႱჅჃႵ ႿႶ ჄႸႵჃႵ ჃჄႿჂႹႵჃ ႱႲႿჅჄ ჴႵႾႷႽႵႾ ႦႹႼႼႱႷႵლ ჉ႿჅვ჆Ⴕ ႽႱႴႵ Ⴑ ႼႿჄ ႿႶ ႽႿႾႵ჉ ႶჂႿႽ ჄႿჅჂႹჃჄჃ ჇႸႿ ႳႱႽႵ ႸႵჂႵ ႿჅჄ ႿႶ ႳჅჂႹႿჃႹჄ჉ლ ႸႱ჆ႵႾვჄ ჉ႿჅჭა

ჷჄ ჇႱჃႾვჄ ႸႱჂႴ ჄႿ ჄႵႼႼ ႶჂႿႽ ჄႸႵ ႽႿႽႵႾჄ ჄႸႵ჉ ႱჂჂႹ჆ႵႴ ჄႸႱჄ ჄႸႵ ჂႿႱႴჃႹႴႵჃ ჇႵჂႵ ႼႹႾႵႴ ჇႹჄႸ ჂႵჃჄႱჅჂႱႾჄჃ ႱႾႴ ႹႾႾჃნ ჷႾ Ⴑ ჂႵႽႿჄႵ ჆ႹႼႼႱႷႵლ Ⴕ჆ႵჂ჉ ႸႿჅჃႵႸႿႼႴ ႸႱႴ ჄჇႿმჃჄႿჂ჉ ႸႿჅჃႵჃლ ႱႾႴ ჄႸႵ ႽႱႹႾ ჂႿႱႴ ჇႱჃ ႶႹႼႼႵႴ ჇႹჄႸ ჃႸႿჀჃნ

ႧႸႿ ჇႵჂႵ ჄႸႵ჉ ჃႵჂ჆ႹႾႷჭ ႤႸႱჄ ჇႵႾჄ ჇႹჄႸႿჅჄ ჃႱ჉ႹႾႷნ

ႤႸႵ ჃჄႿჂ჉ ႲႵႸႹႾႴ ჴႵႾႷႽႵႾ ႦႹႼႼႱႷႵ ჇႱჃ ႴႵႶႹႾႹჄႵႼ჉ ႾႿჄ ႱჃ ჃႹႽჀႼႵ ႱჃ ჄႸႵ ჻ႹႴႴႼႵმႱႷႵႴ ჻ႱႾ ႹႾ ႶჂႿႾჄ ႿႶ ႸႵჂ ႳႼႱႹႽႵႴნ

აჷႾ ႱႾ჉ ႳႱჃႵლ ჃႹႾႳႵ ჉ႿჅვჂႵ ჅႾჇႹႼႼႹႾႷ ჄႿ ჄႵႼႼ ႽႵ ჄႸႵ ჄჂჅჄႸლ ჷვႼႼ ႺჅჃჄ ႸႱ჆Ⴕ ჄႿ ႹႾ჆ႵჃჄႹႷႱჄႵ ႹჄ Ⴝ჉ჃႵႼႶნა

აჶႿჇႵ჆ႵჂლ ჇႸႵჄႸႵჂ ჷ ႳႱႾ ႶႹႾႴ ჉ႿჅჂ ჃႿႾ ჇႹႼႼ ႴႵჀႵႾႴ ႿႾ ႼჅႳႻნა

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႼႿႿႻႵႴ ႱჄ ჄႸႵ ჻ႹႴႴႼႵმႱႷႵႴ ჻ႱႾ ႹႾ ႶჂႿႾჄ ႿႶ ႸႵჂჩ ႸႵ ჃჄႹႼႼ ႼႿႿႻႵႴ ႱჃ ႹႶ ႸႵ ႸႱႴ ჃႿႽႵჄႸႹႾႷ ႽႿჂႵ ჄႿ ჃႱ჉ ႲჅჄ ჇႱჃ ႸႿႼႴႹႾႷ ႲႱႳႻნ

აჲႿႾვჄ ჇႿჂჂ჉ლ ႹႶ ႸႵვჃ ႱႼႹ჆Ⴕლ ჷვႼႼ ႲჂႹႾႷ ႸႹႽ ႲႱႳႻ ჄႿ ჉ႿჅჩ ႹႶ ႸႵვჃ ႴႵႱႴლ ჷვႼႼ ႲჂႹႾႷ ჉ႿჅ ႸႹჃ ႲႿႴ჉ნა

აჷ ჄႸႹႾႻ ჉ႿჅ ჃႸႿჅႼႴ ჂႵႶႼႵႳჄ ႿႾ ჇႸႵჄႸႵჂ ჉ႿჅ ႸႱ჆Ⴕ ႱႾ჉ ႳႿႾႾႵႳჄႹႿႾ ჄႿ ჇႸ჉ ჄႸႱჄ ႳႸႹႼႴ ႵႾႴႵႴ ჅჀ ႹႾ ჄႸႹჃ ჃჄႱჄႵ ჄႿႴႱ჉ნა

აႩႿჅ ႱჂႵ ჄႸႵ ႲႵႾႵႶႹႳႹႱჂႹႵჃ ႿႶ ჴႵႾႷႽႵႾ ႦႹႼႼႱႷႵვჃ ႵႵჂႹႵ ჂჅႽႿჂჃლ ႱႾႴ ჉ႿჅ ႱჂႵ ႱႼჃႿ ჀჂႹ჆჉ ჄႿ ჄႸႵ ჄჂჅჄႸ ႲႵႸႹႾႴ ჄႸႵႽნ ႩႿჅ ჅႾႴႵჂჃჄႱႾႴ ჄႸႵ ႳႱჅჃႱႼ ჂႵႼႱჄႹႿႾჃႸႹჀ ႸႵჂႵ ႲႵჄჄႵჂ ჄႸႱႾ ჷ ႴႿნა

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჀႹႳႻႵႴ ჅჀ ჄႸႵ ჃႽႱႼႼ ჃႸႿჅႼႴႵჂ ႲႱႷ ႶჂႿႽ ჄႸႵ ჄႱႲႼႵნ ႣႸႵ ႶႵႼჄ ჄႸႵჂႵ ჇႱჃ ႾႿ ႾႵႵႴ ჄႿ ႳႿႽႽჅႾႹႳႱჄႵ ჇႹჄႸ ჄႸႹჃ ႶႱႽႹႼ჉ ႱႾ჉ႽႿჂႵნ

ႤႸႵႹჂ ႿჇႾ ჃႿႾ ჇႱჃ ႿႾ ჄႸႵ ჆ႵჂႷႵ ႿႶ ႴႵႱჄႸლ ჉ႵჄ ჄႸႵ჉ ჇႵჂႵ ჃჄႹႼႼ ႵჁჅႹ჆ႿႳႱჄႹႾႷლ ჅႾჇႹႼႼႹႾႷ ჄႿ ჂႵ჆ႵႱႼ ჄႸႵ ჄჂჅჄႸნ

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႳႿჅႼႴႾვჄ ႲႵ ႲႿჄႸႵჂႵႴ ჄႿ ჇႱჃჄႵ ႸႵჂ ႲჂႵႱჄႸნ ႣႸႵ ႸႱႴ ႳႿႽႵ ჄႿ ჄႸႵ ჴႵႾႷႽႵႾ ႦႹႼႼႱႷႵ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽ ჃჀႵႳႹႶႹႳႱႼႼ჉ ႶႿჂ ჄႸႵ ႵႵჂႹႵ ႿႲႺႵႳჄჃნ

ჴჅჂჄႸႵჂႽႿჂႵლ ჃႸႵ ႸႱႴ ჀჂႿႲႱႲႼ჉ ႶႹႷჅჂႵႴ ႿჅჄ ჄႸႵ ႷႵႾႵჂႱႼ ჃႹჄჅႱჄႹႿႾნ

ႤႸႵ ႱჀჀႵႱჂႱႾႳႵ ႿႶ ჄႸႹჃ ჴႵႾႷႽႵႾ ႦႹႼႼႱႷႵ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽ ჇႱჃ ႽႿჃჄ ႼႹႻႵႼ჉ ႳႱჅჃႵႴ Ⴒ჉ ႸჅႽႱႾ ႱႳჄႹႿႾჃნ

ჸჅჃჄ ႼႹႻႵ ჄႸႱჄ ႹႾႾႿႳႵႾჄ ჉ႵჄ ႽႱႼႹႳႹႿჅჃ ႳႸႹႼႴჂႵႾვჃ ჂႸ჉ႽႵლ ჄႸႵჂႵ ႽჅჃჄ ႲႵ Ⴑ ჃႹႳႻႵႾႹႾႷ ჄჂჅჄႸ ႸႹႴႴႵႾ ႲႵႸႹႾႴ ႹჄნ

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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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