Starting with a Breakup, How Can the True Heiress Be My Yandere Ex-Girlfriend?

Chapter 18

Starting with a Breakup, How Can the True Heiress Be My Yandere Ex-Girlfriend?

Fake heiresses are destined to meet their defeat at the hands of the true heiress. This is the inevitable fate of all imposters—and Xu Nian is no exception. But why does Xu Nian’s downfall feel so… different? In any other “true vs. fake heiress” scenario, the protagonist would steer clear of the real deal at all costs. Except in this world, the true heiress is Xu Nian’s ex-girlfriend! And she’s dead set on locking up the fake heiress—her “ex-boyfriend”—in the basement, dismantling her limbs, turning her into a doll, and binding them together forever. Solution? Strike first. Before the yandere true heiress can act, Xu Nian disguises herself as a yandere lolita, overwhelms her with obsessive love, and ensures the real heiress is too consumed by twisted affection to turn monstrous. That’s Xu Nian’s escape route. Except… The true heiress was faking it! She was never cured—still the same deranged yandere! Xu Nian barely stages her own death to investigate the truth behind her fake parents’ murder before the true heiress drags her back home and locks her in the basement. Bizarre props? Check. Overwhelming possessiveness? The fake heiress is now a caged canary. “No! Qingya, let’s go back to how we were before! We used to love each other so much!” “Are you joking right now? Until you’re thoroughly carrying our love’s ‘proof,’ you’re not going anywhere. I’ll tie you to my side—forever.” No way! Xu Nian refuses to become a demure housewife! …Eh? Another daughter was just born. …She’s so pretty though.

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᮶ᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯃᯈᯃ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯅᯑᯎᯆ ᯂᯑᯎᯀᯊ ᯂᯎᯌᯄ ᯅᯑᯎᯌᮞ

᮲ᯔ ᮰ᯈᯍᯆᯘᯀ ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋ ᯏᯀᯔᯒᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯌᯎᯕᯄᯌᯄᯍᯓᯒᮍ

ᮠ ᯁᯈᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯂᯇᯈᯋᯃᯈᯒᯇ ᯕᯄᯍᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯄᯍᯎᯔᯆᯇ—ᯍᯎᯖ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯈᯒᯇᯄᯒ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯒᯄᯑᯕᯄᯃᮋ ᯈᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯓᯈᯌᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯄᯀᯓᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯈᯓᯑᯄᯒᯒ ᯓᯀᯂᯓᯅᯔᯋᯋᯘ ᯋᯄᯅᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯕᯀᯓᯄ ᯑᯎᯎᯌᮍ

ᮯᯄᯑᯇᯀᯏᯒ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘ ᯑᯄᯌᯄᯌᯁᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯔᯌᯎᯑᯒ ᯀᯌᯎᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯎᯖᯎᯑᯊᯄᯑᯒ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯓᯖᯎ ᯄᯗᯐᯔᯈᯒᯈᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯁᯄᯀᯔᯓᯈᯅᯔᯋ ᯆᯈᯑᯋᯒ ᯃᯎᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯊᯈᯍᯃ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯋᯎᯁᯁᯘ ᯄᯍᯓᯑᯀᯍᯂᯄᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯇᯄᯋᯏ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯀᯒᯒᯎᯂᯈᯀᯓᯄ ᯓᯇᯄᯌ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯀᯈᯑ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯇᯄᯑᮍ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯀ ᯆᯈᯑᯋ ᯓᯎᯎᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯇᯄᯄᯊᯒ ᯅᯋᯔᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯔᯍᯂᯎᯍᯓᯑᯎᯋᯋᯀᯁᯋᯘᮍ

ᮦᯎᯎᯃᯍᯄᯒᯒᮋ ᯘᯎᯔᯍᯆ ᯏᯄᯎᯏᯋᯄ ᯓᯇᯄᯒᯄ ᯃᯀᯘᯒ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯓᯎᯎ ᯁᯎᯋᯃᮍ

ᮭᯎᯓ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯊᯈᯒᯒᯈᯍᯆᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯃᯎᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯓ ᯈᯍ ᯀ ᯏᯋᯀᯂᯄ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯓᯇᯈᯒᮍᮍᮍ

ᮡᯔᯓ ᮲ᯔ ᮰ᯈᯍᯆᯘᯀ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯑᯄᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯒᯓᯑᯎᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᮷ᯔ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ’ᯒ ᯋᯄᯆ—ᯀᯋᯁᯄᯈᯓ ᯀ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯓᯎᯎ ᯅᯀᯒᯓ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯀ ᯒᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘ ᯔᯍᯂᯎᯍᯕᯄᯍᯓᯈᯎᯍᯀᯋ ᯒᯏᯎᯓᮍ

᮷ᯔ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ ᯂᯎᯕᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯌᯎᯔᯓᯇᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯀᯑᯒ ᯒᯓᯀᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯔᯏᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯍᯎᯖᮌᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄ ᯅᯋᯔᯅᯅᯘ ᯅᯎᯗ ᯓᯀᯈᯋ ᯒᯖᯈᯒᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯁᯀᯂᯊ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯅᯎᯑᯓᯇ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯇᯀᯈᯑ’ᯒ ᯁᯀᯂᯊᯑᯄᯒᯓᮍ ᮲ᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯐᯔᯈᯓᯄ ᯑᯄᯂᯎᯕᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯘᯄᯓᮍ

᮲ᯔ ᮰ᯈᯍᯆᯘᯀ ᯏᯀᯈᯃ ᯍᯎ ᯌᯈᯍᯃ ᯓᯎ ᮷ᯔ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ’ᯒ ᯒᯓᯀᯓᯄ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯊᯄᯏᯓ ᯄᯍᯓᯇᯔᯒᯈᯀᯒᯓᯈᯂᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯒᯄᯑᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑᯒᯄᯋᯅᮋ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯍᯎ ᯈᯍᯓᯄᯍᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯎᯅ ᯑᯄᯅᯈᯋᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯑᯈᯂᯄ ᯁᯎᯖᯋᮍ

ᮮᯅ ᯂᯎᯔᯑᯒᯄᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯅᯎᯑᯆᯎᯓᯓᯄᯍ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᮷ᯔ ᮭᯈᯀᯍᮍ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯏᯄᯄᯋᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯒᯇᯑᯈᯌᯏ ᯅᯎᯑ ᮷ᯔ ᮭᯈᯀᯍᮋ ᯃᯈᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯈᯓ ᯈᯍ ᯒᯀᯔᯂᯄᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯍ ᯇᯄᯋᯃ ᯈᯓ ᯔᯏ ᯓᯎ ᮷ᯔ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ’ᯒ ᯋᯈᯏᯒ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᮍ

᮷ᯔ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯓᯎᯎᯊ ᯀ ᯒᯌᯀᯋᯋ ᯁᯈᯓᯄᮋ ᯋᯄᯀᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯒᯓ ᯅᯎᯑ ᮲ᯔ ᮰ᯈᯍᯆᯘᯀ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯀᯊᯄ ᯁᯀᯂᯊᮍ

ᮁ᮶ᯇᯘ ᯃᯈᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯋᯄᯓ ᯌᯄ ᯅᯈᯍᯈᯒᯇ ᯈᯓᮞᮁ

ᮁ᮳ᯇᯈᯒ ᯈᯒ ᯂᯀᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ ᯒᯀᯔᯂᯄ—ᯘᯎᯔ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑᯒᯓᯀᯍᯃᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯈᯒ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ ᯒᯀᯔᯂᯄᮞᮀ ᮯᯄᯑᯕᯄᯑᯓᮋ ᯏᯄᯑᯕᯄᯑᯓᮋ ᯌᯄᯆᯀᮌᯏᯄᯑᯕᯄᯑᯓᮀᮁ

ᮁᮠᯋᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓᮋ ᯃᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᯁᯄ ᯒᯓᯈᯍᯆᯘᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯅᯎᯑᯂᯈᯁᯋᯘ ᯊᯈᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯌᯄ ᯈᯍ ᯏᯔᯁᯋᯈᯂ ᯇᯀᯒ ᯍᯎ ᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯀᯘ ᯓᯇᯀᯓᮍ ᮨᯅ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯖᯀᯍᯓ ᯈᯓᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯍ ᯇᯄᯑᯄᮋ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯈᯓᮍᮁ

᮶ᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯀᯓᮋ ᮲ᯔ ᮰ᯈᯍᯆᯘᯀ ᯋᯄᯀᯍᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯀ ᯊᯈᯒᯒᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯌᯀᯈᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯇᯑᯈᯌᯏ ᯓᯔᯌᯁᯋᯄᯃ ᯁᯄᯓᯖᯄᯄᯍ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯋᯈᯏᯒᮋ ᯄᯕᯄᯍᯓᯔᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯃᯈᯒᯀᯏᯏᯄᯀᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯎᯍᯄ’ᯒ ᯒᯓᯎᯌᯀᯂᯇᮍ

᮷ᯔ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ ᯅᯄᯋᯓ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯌᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯍᯎᯓ ᯁᯄ ᯀᯁᯋᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯅᯈᯍᯈᯒᯇ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯌᯄᯀᯋ ᯓᯎᯃᯀᯘᮍ

ᮨᯅ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆᯒ ᯊᯄᯏᯓ ᯆᯎᯈᯍᯆ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯓᯇᯈᯒᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯌᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯕᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯃᯄᯀᯓᯇ ᯈᯍ ᯅᯑᯎᯍᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯀ ᯅᯔᯋᯋ ᯁᯀᯍᯐᯔᯄᯓᮍ

᮷ᯔ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ ᯀᯋᯒᯎ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑᯒᯓᯎᯎᯃ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᮲ᯔ ᮰ᯈᯍᯆᯘᯀ ᯖᯀᯒᯍ’ᯓ ᯀ ᯃᯔᯋᯋ ᯏᯄᯑᯒᯎᯍ—ᯒᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯎᯅᯓᯄᯍ ᯆᯄᯍᯓᯋᯄᮍ

ᮦᯄᯍᯓᯋᯄ ᯘᯄᯓ ᯑᯄᯒᯎᯋᯔᯓᯄᮍ

ᮨᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯈᯌᯏᯎᯒᯒᯈᯁᯋᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯅᯀᯓᯇᯎᯌ ᯇᯎᯖ ᯓᯖᯎ ᯂᯎᯌᯏᯋᯄᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯎᯏᯏᯎᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯑᯀᯈᯓᯒ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯂᯎᯄᯗᯈᯒᯓ ᯈᯍ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯏᯄᯑᯒᯎᯍᮍ

ᮡᯔᯓ ᯍᯎᯖᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯌᯄᯍᯓ ᮷ᯔ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ ᯑᯄᯌᯄᯌᯁᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᮲ᯔ ᮰ᯈᯍᯆᯘᯀ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯀᯋ ᯘᯎᯔᯍᯆ ᯌᯈᯒᯓᯑᯄᯒᯒᮋ

ᯒᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯇᯄᯋᯏ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯑᯄᯂᯀᯋᯋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯋᯎᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯑᯈᯆᯈᯍᯀᯋ ᯒᯇᯎᯑᯓ ᯂᯎᯌᯈᯂᮍ

᮶ᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯀ ᯆᯈᯑᯋ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯑᯄᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯃᯎ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯊᯈᯍᯃ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆᮞ ᮶ᯀᯒᯍ’ᯓ ᯈᯓ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯈᯋᯋᯎᯆᯈᯂᯀᯋᮞ

ᮠ ᯆᯈᯑᯋ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯀᯂᯓᯔᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯒᯄᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯀ ᯆᯑᯎᯔᯏ ᯎᯅ ᯁᯔᯑᯋᯘ ᯌᯄᯍ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯔᯑᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯀᯊᯄ ᯘᯎᯔᯍᯆ ᯌᯈᯒᯓᯑᯄᯒᯒ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯀ ᯂᯑᯄᯀᯌ ᯏᯔᯅᯅ ᯎᯑ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆᮞ

ᮠᯁᯒᯎᯋᯔᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯈᯌᯏᯎᯒᯒᯈᯁᯋᯄᮀ

᮲ᯔ ᮰ᯈᯍᯆᯘᯀ ᯖᯀᯒᯍ’ᯓ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯊᯈᯍᯃ ᯎᯅ ᯏᯄᯑᯒᯎᯍᮍ

᮲ᯎᮋ ᯑᯄᯀᯋᯈᯓᯘ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯂᯎᯌᯈᯂᯒ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯁᯄ ᯋᯔᯌᯏᯄᯃ ᯓᯎᯆᯄᯓᯇᯄᯑᮍ

ᮥᯎᯑᯓᯔᯍᯀᯓᯄᯋᯘᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯖᯎ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯆᯄᯍᯔᯈᯍᯄᯋᯘ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯕᯈᯍᯆᮋ ᯇᯀᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᯄᯀᯓᯄᯍ ᯍᯎᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯈᯍᯂᯄ ᯍᯎᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯄᯕᯈᯎᯔᯒ ᯃᯀᯘᮍ ᮠᯅᯓᯄᯑ ᯀ ᯁᯈᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯁᯎᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯈᯌᯌᯄᯃᯈᯀᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯃᯔᯆ ᯈᯍ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯆᯔᯒᯓᯎᮍ

᮲ᯔ ᮰ᯈᯍᯆᯘᯀ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯎᯂᯂᯀᯒᯈᯎᯍᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯏᯎᯏ ᯀ ᯁᯈᯓᯄ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯎᯖᯍ ᯌᯎᯔᯓᯇᮋ ᯒᯀᯕᯎᯑ ᯈᯓᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯍ ᯈᯌᯌᯄᯃᯈᯀᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯏᯈᯂᯊ ᯔᯏ ᯀᯍᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯏᯎᯑᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯇᯎᯏᯒᯓᯈᯂᯊᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯁᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯓ ᯓᯎ ᮷ᯔ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ’ᯒ ᯋᯈᯏᯒᮍ

᮷ᯔ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ’ᯒ ᯌᯎᯔᯓᯇ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯀᯋᯑᯄᯀᯃᯘ ᯒᯓᯔᯅᯅᯄᯃ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯇᯀᯌᯒᯓᯄᯑ’ᯒᮍ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯍᯎ ᯂᯇᯎᯈᯂᯄ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯂᯇᯄᯖ ᯅᯀᯒᯓᯄᯑᮍ

ᮁ᮶ᯇᯘ ᯃᯎ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯊᯄᯄᯏ ᯅᯄᯄᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯌᯄ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯓᯇᯈᯒᮞᮁ

ᮁᮡᯄᯂᯀᯔᯒᯄ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ ᯋᯎᯎᯊᯒ ᯀᯃᯎᯑᯀᯁᯋᯄ ᯖᯇᯄᯍ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯄᯀᯓᯒᮍ ᮡᯄᯒᯈᯃᯄᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯒᯄ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯃᯈᯒᯇᯄᯒ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯎᯑᯃᯄᯑᯄᯃ—ᯎᯅ ᯂᯎᯔᯑᯒᯄ ᮨ ᯒᯇᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯌᯀᯊᯄ ᯒᯔᯑᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯄᯀᯓ ᯌᯎᯑᯄᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮲ᯓᯔᯏᯈᯃ ᮰ᯈᯍᯆᯘᯀᮀ ᮣᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᯓᯄᯋᯋ ᯌᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ’ᯑᯄ ᯖᯎᯑᯑᯈᯄᯃ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯍᯄᯘᮋ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯒᯌᯀᯋᯋ ᯅᯑᯘᯝᮁ

᮷ᯔ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ ᯆᯈᯆᯆᯋᯄᯃᮋ ᯍᯎᯓ ᯅᯎᯑᯆᯄᯓᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎ ᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯀᯃᯕᯀᯍᯓᯀᯆᯄᮍ

ᮁᮬᯘᮋ ᯌᯘᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯒᯄ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯃᯈᯒᯇᯄᯒ ᮨ ᯏᯄᯑᯅᯄᯂᯓᯋᯘ ᯑᯄᯏᯋᯈᯂᯀᯓᯄᯃ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯒᯀᯕᯈᯎᯑ ᯎᯑᯃᯄᯑᯄᯃᮍ ᮨᯅ ᯈᯓ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯇᯈᯌᮍᮍᮍᮁ

ᮁᮭᯈᯀᯍ ᮭᯈᯀᯍᮋ ᯘᯎᯔ’ᯑᯄ ᯆᯄᯓᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯉᯄᯀᯋᯎᯔᯒ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᮍ ᮨ ᯊᯍᯎᯖᮋ ᮨ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯖᯑᯎᯍᯆᮋ ᮨ ᯖᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᯃᯎ ᯈᯓ ᯍᯄᯗᯓ ᯓᯈᯌᯄᮋ ᯎᯊᯀᯘᮞ ᮥᯎᯑᯆᯈᯕᯄ ᯌᯄᮞᮁ

ᮁᮭᯄᯗᯓ ᯓᯈᯌᯄᮞ ᮸ᯎᯔ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯊ ᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄ’ᯋᯋ ᯁᯄ ᯀ ᯍᯄᯗᯓ ᯓᯈᯌᯄᮞᮁ

᮷ᯔ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ ᯃᯄᯋᯈᯁᯄᯑᯀᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯏᯋᯀᯘᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯔᯍᯑᯄᯀᯒᯎᯍᯀᯁᯋᯄ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯆᯈᯑᯋᯅᯑᯈᯄᯍᯃᮍ

ᮁᮤᯇᮞᮀᮁ

᮲ᯔ ᮰ᯈᯍᯆᯘᯀ ᯏᯀᯍᯈᯂᯊᯄᯃᮋ ᯂᯎᯌᯏᯋᯄᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯀᯓ ᯀ ᯋᯎᯒᯒ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯇᯎᯖ ᯓᯎ ᯑᯄᯒᯏᯎᯍᯃᮍ

᮳ᯇᯈᯒ ᯖᯀᯒᯍ’ᯓ ᯇᯎᯖ ᯈᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯒᯔᯏᯏᯎᯒᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯆᯎᮍ

᮳ᯎᯎ ᯇᯀᯑᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯎᯋᯕᯄᮍ

ᮁᮠᯇ—ᮁ

᮷ᯔ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ ᯎᯏᯄᯍᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯌᯎᯔᯓᯇᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯍ ᯏᯔᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᯁᯀᯂᯊ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯍᯃ ᯇᯎᯋᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯎᯖᯋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯂᯇᯎᯏᯒᯓᯈᯂᯊᯒᮍ

ᮁᮥᯄᯄᯃ ᯌᯄᮍ ᮥᯄᯄᯃ ᯌᯄᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᮨ’ᯋᯋ ᯅᯎᯑᯆᯈᯕᯄ ᯘᯎᯔᮍᮁ

᮶ᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯒᯎᯋᯔᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᮋ ᮲ᯔ ᮰ᯈᯍᯆᯘᯀ ᯇᯀᯏᯏᯈᯋᯘ ᯏᯈᯂᯊᯄᯃ ᯔᯏ ᯅᯎᯎᯃ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯁᯄᯆᯀᯍ ᯅᯄᯄᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᮷ᯔ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ ᯍᯎᯍᯒᯓᯎᯏᮍ

᮲ᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘᮋ ᮲ᯔ ᮰ᯈᯍᯆᯘᯀ ᯋᯄᯀᯍᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᮋ ᯋᯈᯂᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯑᯍᯄᯑ ᯎᯅ ᮷ᯔ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ’ᯒ ᯋᯈᯏᯒᮍ

᮷ᯔ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ’ᯒ ᯅᯀᯂᯄ ᯅᯋᯔᯒᯇᯄᯃᮍ

ᮁ᮶ᮌᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯃᯎᯈᯍᯆᮞ ᮤᮌᯄᯀᯓ ᯏᯑᯎᯏᯄᯑᯋᯘᮀ ᮭᯎᯖ’ᯒ ᯍᯎᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯈᯌᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯄᯀᯓ ᯌᯄ—ᯈᯅ ᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄ’ᯒ ᯀᯍ ᯀᯏᯏᯄᯓᯈᯙᯄᯑᮋ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯒᯇᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯁᯄ ᯄᯍᯎᯔᯆᯇᮋ ᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓᮞᮁ

ᮁᮧᯄᯇᯄᯝ ᮡᯄᯂᯀᯔᯒᯄ ᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯀ ᯁᯈᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯌᯄᯀᯓ ᯉᯔᯈᯂᯄ ᯎᯍ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ’ᯒ ᯋᯈᯏᯒᮍ ᮢᯀᯍ’ᯓ ᯋᯄᯓ ᯈᯓ ᯆᯎ ᯓᯎ ᯖᯀᯒᯓᯄᮍᮁ

ᮁᮣᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᯍᯎᯑᯌᯀᯋ ᯏᯄᯎᯏᯋᯄ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯖᯈᯏᯄ ᯈᯓ ᯎᯅᯅ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯍᯀᯏᯊᯈᯍᮞᮁ

ᮁ᮳ᯇᯀᯓ’ᯒ ᯍᯎᯑᯌᯀᯋ ᯏᯄᯎᯏᯋᯄᮍ ᮥᯎᯑ ᯌᯄᮋ ᯇᯎᯖ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᮨ ᯏᯎᯒᯒᯈᯁᯋᯘ ᯏᯀᯒᯒ ᯔᯏ ᯅᯎᯎᯃ ᯈᯍᯅᯔᯒᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ’ᯒ ᯄᯒᯒᯄᯍᯂᯄᮞᮁ

᮷ᯔ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ’ᯒ ᯅᯀᯂᯄ ᯑᯄᯃᯃᯄᯍᯄᯃ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᮍ

ᮁᮨᯃᯈᯎᯓᮀ ᮯᯄᯑᯕᯄᯑᯓᮀ ᮲ᯌᯀᯋᯋ ᯅᯑᯘᮀᮁ

᮳ᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯊᯄᯏᯓ ᯅᯄᯄᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᮷ᯔ ᮭᯈᯀᯍᮋ ᮲ᯔ ᮰ᯈᯍᯆᯘᯀ ᯃᯈᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯍᯄᯆᯋᯄᯂᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯎᯖᯍ ᯌᯄᯀᯋᮍ

ᮡᯄᯓᯖᯄᯄᯍ ᯁᯈᯓᯄᯒᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯁᯄᯆᯀᯍ ᯂᯇᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯊᯍᯄᯖ ᯑᯄᯆᯀᯑᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᮤᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍᯒ—ᯒᯔᯑᯏᯑᯈᯒᯈᯍᯆᯋᯘ ᯒᯈᯌᯈᯋᯀᯑ ᯓᯎ ᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᮯᯑᯄᯒᯈᯃᯄᯍᯓ ᮫ᯈᯍ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯓᯎᯋᯃ ᮷ᯔ ᮭᯈᯀᯍᮍ

ᮡᯔᯓ ᮲ᯔ ᮰ᯈᯍᯆᯘᯀ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋ ᯀ ᯍᯎᯕᯈᯂᯄ ᯇᯄᯑᯒᯄᯋᯅ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯃᯈᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯊᯍᯎᯖ ᯌᯔᯂᯇᮍ

ᮁᮡᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯘᮋ ᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯄᯗᯀᯂᯓᯋᯘ ᯈᯒ ᯀᯍ ᮤᯌᯎᯓᯄᯑᮞᮁ

᮳ᯇᯈᯒ ᯐᯔᯄᯒᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯋᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍ ᮷ᯔ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ’ᯒ ᯌᯈᯍᯃᮍ

ᮁᮠᯍ ᮤᯌᯎᯓᯄᯑᮞ ᮳ᯇᯄᯘ’ᯑᯄ ᯄᯒᯒᯄᯍᯓᯈᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯇᯔᯌᯀᯍᯒ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯇᯀᯑᯍᯄᯒᯒ ᯄᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍᯀᯋ ᯄᯍᯄᯑᯆᯘᮍ ᮩᯔᯒᯓ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᮤᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᮡᯄᯀᯒᯓᯒ—ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯔᯒᯄ ᯄᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍᯀᯋ ᯏᯎᯖᯄᯑ ᯓᯎ ᯂᯑᯄᯀᯓᯄ ᯃᯈᯒᯀᯒᯓᯄᯑᯒᮋ ᯈᯍᯂᯈᯓᯄ ᯂᯎᯑᯑᯄᯒᯏᯎᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯄᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍᯒ ᯈᯍ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑᯒᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯀᯁᯒᯎᯑᯁ ᯓᯇᯄᯌᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯃᯈᯅᯅᯄᯑᯄᯍᯂᯄ ᯈᯒ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯏᯎᯖᯄᯑ ᯍᯎᯖ ᯑᯄᯒᯈᯃᯄᯒ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯔᯌᯀᯍᯒᮍ ᮨᯍ ᯀ ᯖᯀᯘᮋ ᮤᯌᯎᯓᯄᯑᯒ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯇᯔᯌᯀᯍᯎᯈᯃ ᮤᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᮡᯄᯀᯒᯓᯒᮍᮁ

ᮁᮧᯔᯌᯀᯍᯎᯈᯃ ᮤᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᮡᯄᯀᯒᯓᯒᮞ ᮲ᯎᮋ ᯈᯅ ᯀᯍ ᮤᯌᯎᯓᯄᯑ ᯖᯀᯍᯓᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯆᯑᯎᯖ ᯒᯓᯑᯎᯍᯆᯄᯑᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯋᯄᯀᯑᯍ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᮤᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᮡᯄᯀᯒᯓᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯆᯀᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯑᯑᯄᯒᯏᯎᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯄᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍᯀᯋ ᯄᯍᯄᯑᯆᯘᮞᮁ

ᮁ᮱ᯈᯆᯇᯓᮍ ᮨᯅ ᯖᯄ’ᯑᯄ ᯓᯀᯋᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯓᯀᯍᯆᯈᯁᯋᯄ ᯌᯀᯍᯈᯅᯄᯒᯓᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᯒᮍᮍᮍ ᯎᯂᯂᯀᯒᯈᯎᯍᯀᯋᯋᯘᮋ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯒᯄᯄ ᯂᯎᯑᯑᯄᯒᯏᯎᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯄᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍᯀᯋ ᯕᯀᯋᯔᯄᯒᮍᮁ

ᮁᮢᯎᯑᯑᯄᯒᯏᯎᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯄᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍᯀᯋ ᯕᯀᯋᯔᯄᯒᮞᮁ

᮷ᯔ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑᯒᯓᯎᯎᯃ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯏᯀᯑᯓᮍ

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯕᯈᯒᯈᯎᯍ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯀᯋᯖᯀᯘᯒ ᯃᯈᯒᯏᯋᯀᯘᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯂᯑᯈᯌᯒᯎᯍ ᯍᯔᯌᯄᯑᯈᯂᯀᯋ ᯕᯀᯋᯔᯄᮍ

ᮺᮩᯎᯘᮙ ᮓᮒᮄᮼ

ᮁ᮰ᯈᯍᯆᯘᯀᮋ ᮨ ᯒᯄᯄ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯍᯆᯄ—ᮩᯎᯘᮋ ᮓᮒᮄᮍ ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ ᯃᯎᯄᯒ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯌᯄᯀᯍᮞᮁ

᮷ᯔ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ ᯇᯄᯋᯃ ᯍᯎᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯁᯀᯂᯊᮋ ᯓᯀᯏᯏᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯇᯎᯏᯒᯓᯈᯂᯊᯒ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯈᯏᯒ ᯀᯒ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯔᯑᯈᯎᯒᯈᯓᯘᮍ

ᮁᮤᯇᮞ ᮸ᯎᯔ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯀᯂᯓᯔᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯒᯄᯄ ᯈᯓᮞ ᮩᯎᯘᮍᮍᮍ ᯃᯎᯄᯒ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯌᯄᯀᯍ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ ᯇᯀᯒ ᯁᯄᯂᯎᯌᯄ ᯀᯍ ᮤᯌᯎᯓᯄᯑ ᯓᯎᯎᮞᮁ

ᮁᮩᮌᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯓᯇᯀᯓᮞᮁ

᮷ᯔ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ ᯅᯑᯎᯙᯄᮍ ᮨᯓ ᯒᯄᯄᯌᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯘᯒᯓᯄᯌ’ᯒ ᯑᯄᯖᯀᯑᯃᮋ ᮦᯀᯙᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮤᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᮡᯄᯀᯒᯓᮋ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯀᯂᯓᯔᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯀᯓᯀᯋᯘᯒᯓ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯄᯂᯎᯌᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯍ ᮤᯌᯎᯓᯄᯑᮍ

ᮮᯓᯇᯄᯑᯖᯈᯒᯄᮋ ᯁᯀᯒᯄᯃ ᯎᯍ ᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᮫ᯈᯍ ᯆᯔᯘ ᯒᯀᯈᯃᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯎᯓᯄᯍᯓᯈᯀᯋ ᯓᯎ ᯁᯄᯂᯎᯌᯄ ᯎᯍᯄᮍ

ᮁᮬᯈᯍᯄ ᯈᯒ ᮺᮥᯄᯀᯑᮼᮋ ᯒᯎ ᮨ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯒᯄᯄ ᮥᯄᯀᯑ ᯕᯀᯋᯔᯄᯒᮍ ᮨᯅ ᯘᯎᯔᯑᯒ ᯒᯇᯎᯖᯒ ᮩᯎᯘᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯍ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯄᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍᯀᯋ ᯏᯀᯓᯇᯖᯀᯘ ᯈᯒ ᮺᮩᯎᯘᮼᮍᮁ

ᮁᮺᮩᯎᯘᮼᮞ ᮳ᯇᯄᯍᮋ ᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯃᯎᯄᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯄᯑᯂᯄᯍᯓᯀᯆᯄ ᯌᯄᯀᯍᮞᮁ

ᮁᮨᯓ’ᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯄᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍᯀᯋ ᯕᯀᯋᯔᯄ—ᯀ ᯓᯇᯑᯄᯒᯇᯎᯋᯃ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯄᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍᯒᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯇᯈᯆᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯍᯔᯌᯁᯄᯑᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯑᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯇᯀᯑᯍᯄᯒᯒ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯄᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍ’ᯒ ᯏᯎᯖᯄᯑᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯀᯋᯒᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯑᯄ ᯒᯔᯒᯂᯄᯏᯓᯈᯁᯋᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯈᯓᯒ ᯈᯍᯅᯋᯔᯄᯍᯂᯄᮍ ᮦᯄᯍᯄᯑᯀᯋᯋᯘᮋ ᯀᯒ ᯋᯎᯍᯆ ᯀᯒ ᯈᯓ ᯃᯎᯄᯒᯍ’ᯓ ᯇᯈᯓ ᮐᮏᮏᮄᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯒᯇᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯁᯄ ᯀᯍᯘ ᯌᯀᯉᯎᯑ ᯈᯒᯒᯔᯄᯒᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮶ᯇᯘ ᯂᯀᯍ’ᯓ ᯈᯓ ᯑᯄᯀᯂᯇ ᮐᮏᮏᮄᮞᮁ

ᮁᮡᯄᯂᯀᯔᯒᯄ ᯎᯍᯂᯄ ᯈᯓ ᯌᯀᯗᯄᯒ ᯎᯔᯓᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯄᯑᯒᯎᯍ ᯋᯎᯒᯄᯒ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯂᯎᯍᯓᯑᯎᯋ—ᯍᯎ ᯑᯎᯎᯌ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯑᯄᯂᯎᯕᯄᯑᯘᮍ ᮭᯎ ᯌᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯈᯓ ᯈᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ’ᯋᯋ ᯃᯄᯒᯂᯄᯍᯃ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯌᯀᯃᯍᯄᯒᯒᮋ ᯁᯄᯂᯎᯌᯈᯍᯆ ᯀ ᯒᯋᯀᯕᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯄᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍᯒᮍᮍᮍ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯔᯑᯍ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯀ ᯓᯑᯔᯄ ᮤᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᮡᯄᯀᯒᯓᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮫ᯎᯒᯄ ᯂᯎᯍᯓᯑᯎᯋᮍᮍᮍᮞᮁ

ᮥᯎᯑ ᯒᯎᯌᯄ ᯑᯄᯀᯒᯎᯍᮋ ᯀ ᯏᯇᯑᯀᯒᯄ ᯒᯔᯑᯅᯀᯂᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᮷ᯔ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ’ᯒ ᯌᯈᯍᯃᮙ

ᮤᯌᯎᯓᯄᯑᯒ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯏᯈᯓᯈᯅᯔᯋ ᯂᯑᯄᯀᯓᯔᯑᯄᯒ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯒᯓᯎᯋᯄ ᯏᯎᯖᯄᯑ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯅᯎᯑᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯀᯂᯂᯎᯌᯏᯀᯍᯈᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᯌᯀᯃᯍᯄᯒᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯃᯀᯍᯆᯄᯑᮍ

ᮁᮠᯋᯒᯎᮋ ᮤᯌᯎᯓᯄᯑᯒ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯓᯈᯄᯑᯒ—ᯓᯄᯍ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯎᯓᯀᯋᮍ ᮠᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯓᮋ ᯀ ᯅᯎᯔᯑᮌᯏᯎᯈᯍᯓᯄᯃ ᯒᯓᯀᯑ ᯀᯏᯏᯄᯀᯑᯒ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯖᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯎᯃᯘᮍ ᮤᯀᯂᯇ ᯓᯈᯄᯑ ᯀᯃᯃᯒ ᯀᯍᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯓᯀᯑ ᯀᯃᯉᯀᯂᯄᯍᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯈᯑᯒᯓᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮤᯌᯎᯓᯄᯑ’ᯒ ᯁᯀᯒᯄ ᯄᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍᯀᯋ ᯂᯀᯏᯀᯂᯈᯓᯘ ᯈᯍᯂᯑᯄᯀᯒᯄᯒ ᯀᯂᯂᯎᯑᯃᯈᯍᯆᯋᯘᮍᮁ

ᮁᮮᯍᯂᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯑᯄᯀᯂᯇ ᯓᯇᯑᯄᯄ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯒᮋ ᯀᯍ ᮤᯌᯎᯓᯄᯑ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯏᯄᯑᯂᯄᯈᯕᯄ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑᯒ’ ᯄᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯓ ᯃᯑᯀᯖᯈᯍᯆ ᯏᯎᯖᯄᯑ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯓᯇᯄᯌᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮲ᯎᮋ ᯈᯅ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯒᯄᯄ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯎᯍᯄ’ᯒ ᯄᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍᯀᯋ ᯕᯀᯋᯔᯄᮋ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯃᯑᯀᯖ ᯒᯓᯑᯄᯍᯆᯓᯇ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯓᯇᯄᯌᮞᮁ ᮷ᯔ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ ᯀᯒᯊᯄᯃᮋ ᯏᯔᯙᯙᯋᯄᯃᮍ

ᮁᮤᯗᯀᯂᯓᯋᯘᮍ ᮠᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯀᯌᯄ ᯓᯈᯌᯄᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯎᯖᯄᯑ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯄᯗᯄᯑᯓ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄᯌ ᯖᯈᯋᯋ ᯀᯋᯒᯎ ᯅᯋᯔᯂᯓᯔᯀᯓᯄ ᯁᯀᯒᯄᯃ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯄᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍᯀᯋ ᯕᯀᯋᯔᯄᮍᮁ

᮲ᯔ ᮰ᯈᯍᯆᯘᯀ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯄᯃ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯀᯓ ᮷ᯔ ᮭᯈᯀᯍᮍ

ᮨᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮋ ᯀ ᯋᯈᯍᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯂᯑᯈᯌᯒᯎᯍ ᯓᯄᯗᯓ ᯇᯎᯕᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯀᯁᯎᯕᯄ ᮷ᯔ ᮭᯈᯀᯍ’ᯒ ᯇᯄᯀᯃᮙ

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Starting with a Breakup, How Can the True Heiress Be My Yandere Ex-Girlfriend?

Fake heiresses are destined to meet their defeat at the hands of the true heiress. This is the inevitable fate of all imposters—and Xu Nian is no exception. But why does Xu Nian’s downfall feel so… different? In any other “true vs. fake heiress” scenario, the protagonist would steer clear of the real deal at all costs. Except in this world, the true heiress is Xu Nian’s ex-girlfriend! And she’s dead set on locking up the fake heiress—her “ex-boyfriend”—in the basement, dismantling her limbs, turning her into a doll, and binding them together forever. Solution? Strike first. Before the yandere true heiress can act, Xu Nian disguises herself as a yandere lolita, overwhelms her with obsessive love, and ensures the real heiress is too consumed by twisted affection to turn monstrous. That’s Xu Nian’s escape route. Except… The true heiress was faking it! She was never cured—still the same deranged yandere! Xu Nian barely stages her own death to investigate the truth behind her fake parents’ murder before the true heiress drags her back home and locks her in the basement. Bizarre props? Check. Overwhelming possessiveness? The fake heiress is now a caged canary. “No! Qingya, let’s go back to how we were before! We used to love each other so much!” “Are you joking right now? Until you’re thoroughly carrying our love’s ‘proof,’ you’re not going anywhere. I’ll tie you to my side—forever.” No way! Xu Nian refuses to become a demure housewife! …Eh? Another daughter was just born. …She’s so pretty though.

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