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

Chapter 5

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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ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕ’ᮣ ᮑ ᮣᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮙᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕᯍ

ᮉᮟᮥ ᮝᮥᮣᮤ ᮥᮣᮕ ᮝᮑᮗᮙᮓ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮕᮖᮕᮑᮤ ᮝᮑᮗᮙᮓᮼ

ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮢᮕᮝᮕᮝᮒᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮘᮢᮑᮣᮕ ᮡᮥᮙᮤᮕ ᮦᮙᮦᮙᮔᮜᮩᮼ

ᮃᮟᮺ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮥᮣᮕ ᮑ ᮩᮑᮞᮔᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮕᮖᮕᮑᮤ ᮑ ᮩᮑᮞᮔᮕᮢᮕᯍ

ᮀᮕᮢᮘᮑᮠᮣ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮖᮕᮑᮣᮙᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮙᮤᮼ

ᮂᮕᮑᮣᮟᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮧᮟᮢᮛᮼ

ᯑᮟᮞᮡᮥᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮖᮟᮢᮓᮕ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕᮜᮩ ᮕᮙᮤᮘᮕᮢᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮙᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮑᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮤᮧᮙᮣᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮟᮒᮣᮕᮣᮣᮙᮦᮕ ᮜᮟᮦᮕᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮕᮘᮑᮦᮙᮟᮢ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮢᮕᮣᮟᮞᮑᮤᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮩᮑᮞᮔᮕᮢᮕ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ

ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮠᮑᮓᮕᮔ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮟᮢᮤᮘᮺ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮙᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮙᮔᮕᮑᮼ

ᯗᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮛᮞᮟᮓᮛ ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ ᮥᮞᮓᮟᮞᮣᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮠᮢᮕᮤᮕᮞᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮑ ᮩᮑᮞᮔᮕᮢᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ—ᮗᮢᮑᮒᮒᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮕᮑᮛᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮢᮑᮞᮤᮙᮓᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮒᮟᮝᮒᮑᮢᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮡᮥᮕᮣᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣ—

ᮇᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮓᮑᮤᮓᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮗᮥᮑᮢᮔᯍ

ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮔᮦᮑᮞᮤᮑᮗᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮤᮢᮙᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤᮼ

ᯗᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮑᮢᮤᮩ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮥᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮒᮕ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮕᮝᮒᮑᮢᮢᮑᮣᮣᮕᮔ—ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮚᮥᮣᮤᮙᮖᮙᮓᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ—ᮤᮟ ᮤᮥᮢᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕᮣ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ

ᯜᮟᮤ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ ᮒᮕ ᮥᮞᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮥᮞᮜᮕᮑᮣᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮩᮑᮞᮔᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮕᮞᮔᮕᮞᮓᮙᮕᮣᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ’ᮔ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮝᮖᮟᮢᮤ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮕᮑᮔᮼ

ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕ ᮢᮕᮦᮕᮢᮣᮑᮜ ᮟᮖ ᮟᮖᮖᮕᮞᮣᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮔᮕᮖᮕᮞᮣᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮜᮙᮕᮦᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮜᮑᮞ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑ ᮘᮙᮗᮘ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮥᮓᮓᮕᮣᮣᮼ

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮑᮣᮤ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮑ ᮔᮢᮑᮝᮑ ᮣᮤᮥᮔᮕᮞᮤ—ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮓᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮛᮙᮜᮜᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮒᮕᮩᮟᮞᮔ ᮔᮟᮥᮒᮤᮼ ᮇᮙᮤᮘ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮕᮖᮖᮟᮢᮤᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮕᮑᮣᮙᮜᮩ ᮠᮥᮜᮜ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮞᮦᮙᮞᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮩᮑᮞᮔᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮓᮤᮼ

᮰ᯏᮜᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮜᮕᮤ’ᮣ ᮣᮙᮝᮥᮜᮑᮤᮕ ᮙᮤᮼ᮰

ᮋᯒᮙᮞᮗᮮ ᯒᮕᮤᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮟᮣᮤ ᮙᮞᮙᮤᮙᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮙᮝᮥᮜᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼᮍ

ᮋᯑᮥᮢᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮢᮕᮝᮑᮙᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮙᮝᮥᮜᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮑᮤᮤᮕᮝᮠᮤᮣᯈ ᮾᮼᮍ

ᮋᮃᮙᮝᮥᮜᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮖᮑᮙᮜᮕᮔᮼᮍ

ᮋᮀᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕ ᮔᮑᮙᮜᮩ ᮤᮑᮣᮛᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮠᮜᮕᮞᮙᮣᮘ ᮑᮤᮤᮕᮝᮠᮤᮣᮼᮍ

ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮖᮢᮟ᮪ᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕᮼ

ᯚᮟᮣᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮖᮟᮢᮗᮟᮤᮤᮕᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮟ ᮣᮙᮝᮥᮜᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮑᮤᮤᮕᮝᮠᮤᮣ ᮜᮕᮖᮤᮼ

ᮇᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟ ᮓᮘᮟᮙᮓᮕᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ’ᮔ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮕᮕ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮣᮕ ᮣᮟᮻᮓᮑᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮰ᮔᮑᮙᮜᮩ ᮤᮑᮣᮛᮣ᮰ ᮧᮕᮢᮕᮼ ᯖᮟᮠᮕᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮙᮓᮥᮜᮤᮼ

ᮋᯒᮙᮞᮗᮮ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮣᮩᮣᮤᮕᮝ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮰ᯐᮜᮙᮣᮣᮖᮥᮜ ᮂᮟᮝᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᯚᮙᮖᮕ ᯕᮢᮟᮧᮤᮘ ᮃᮙᮝᮥᮜᮑᮤᮟᮢ ᮃᮩᮣᮤᮕᮝᮺ᮰ ᮔᮕᮔᮙᮓᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮜᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮟᮣᮤ ᮓᮥᮜᮤᮙᮦᮑᮤᮕ ᮑ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜ ᮜᮟᮦᮕ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮼᮍ

ᮋᮄᮟᮔᮑᮩ’ᮣ ᮤᮑᮣᮛ ᮘᮑᮣ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮙᮣᮣᮥᮕᮔᯈ ᮄᮟ ᮔᮕᮕᮠᮕᮞ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮒᮟᮞᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔᮺ ᮖᮟᮢᮓᮕᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩ ᮛᮙᮣᮣ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮠᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮔᮕᮝᮑᮞᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮔᮟᮝᮙᮞᮕᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟᮞᮕᮺ ᮰ᮇᮟᮝᮑᮞᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ’ᮦᮕ ᮣᮥᮓᮓᮕᮣᮣᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩ ᮓᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮝᮩ ᮑᮤᮤᮕᮞᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ᮰ ᮄᮘᮕᮞᮺ ᮥᮣᮕ ᮰ᮀᮥᮢᮠᮜᮕ ᯛᮟᮟᮔ᮰ ᮤᮟ ᮛᮕᮕᮠ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮙᮞ ᮒᮕᮔ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮕᮞᮣᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮞᮞᮟᮤ ᮑᮤᮤᮕᮞᮔ ᮤᮟᮝᮟᮢᮢᮟᮧ’ᮣ ᮙᮞᮦᮙᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮑᮞᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮼᮍ

᮰ᯍᯍᯍᯍᯍᯍᯍᯍ᮰

ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ’ᮣ ᮝᮙᮞᮔ ᮧᮕᮞᮤ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮒᮜᮑᮞᮛᮼ

ᮃᮩᮣᮤᮕᮝᮺ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮔᮑᮝᮞ ᮝᮙᮞᮔᯍᮯ

ᯑᮟᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮑ ᮝᮑᮞᮔᮑᮤᮟᮢᮩ ᮤᮑᮣᮛ—ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮑᮙᮜᮥᮢᮕ ᮓᮑᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮞᮟ ᮠᮕᮞᮑᮜᮤᮩ—ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮢᮕᮜᮥᮓᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮑᮓᮓᮕᮠᮤᮕᮔ ᮙᮤᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ’ᮔ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮕᮕ ᮙᮖ ᮑᮞ ᮟᮠᮠᮟᮢᮤᮥᮞᮙᮤᮩ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮕᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮙᮤᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ ᮇᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮣᮙᮝᮥᮜᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮑᮤᮤᮕᮝᮠᮤᮣᮺ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮕᮜᮣᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮖᮕᮑᮤ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑ ᮖᮟᮢᮝᮙᮔᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮟᮠᮠᮟᮞᮕᮞᮤᯍ

ᯐᮥᮤ… ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮰ᮓᮑᮞᮞᮟᮤ ᮑᮤᮤᮕᮞᮔ ᮤᮟᮝᮟᮢᮢᮟᮧ’ᮣ ᮙᮞᮦᮙᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮑᮞᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ᮰ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᯍ

ᮇᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮢᮕᮖᮕᮢᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮩ ᮒᮑᮞᮡᮥᮕᮤᯍ

ᯖᮑᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮠᮟᮣᮤᮠᮟᮞᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮔᮑᮩᮣᯍ ᮇᮘᮩ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟᮝᮟᮢᮢᮟᮧᯍ

ᯛᮑᮩᮒᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮝᮙᮞᮟᮢ ᮕᮢᮢᮟᮢ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮤᮑᮙᮜᮣᮼ

ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮢᮥᮝᮝᮑᮗᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮧᮑᮢᮔᮣ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮢᮖᮑᮓᮕᮺ ᮘᮟᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮙᮞᮔ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮣᮕᮖᮥᮜᮼ

ᯖᮝᮝ…

ᮀᮕᮢᮘᮑᮠᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮓᮘᮟᮟᮣᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮰ᮃᮠᮙᮛᮕᮔ ᯔᮕᮑᮣᮤ᮰ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮕᮓᮟᮞᮔ ᮣᮙᮝᮥᮜᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮢᮕᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮢᮥᮗ ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑᮼ

ᮅᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮝᮕ ᮝᮕᮤᮘᮟᮔ ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ—ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕᮣᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮠᮕᮢᮖᮕᮓᮤᮜᮩ ᮑᮜᮙᮗᮞ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮢᮕᮦᮕᮢᮣᮕᮻᮩᮑᮞᮔᮕᮢᮕ ᮠᮜᮑᮞᮼ

ᯜᮟ ᮣᮟᮟᮞᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮔᮟᮞᮕᮼ

ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮛᮙᮤᮓᮘᮕᮞᮺ ᮗᮢᮑᮒᮒᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮑᮙᮞᮕᮢᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮕᮜᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮧᮑᮢᮔ—ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮙᮞᮔ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮞᮓᮙᮕᮞᮤᮻᮣᮤᮩᮜᮕ ᮖᮟᮟᮔ ᮒᮟᮨ ᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮓᮛᮑᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮡᮥᮙᮤᮕ ᮕᮜᮕᮗᮑᮞᮤᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮢᮕᮖᮥᮣᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮙᮝᮠᮜᮩ ᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮙᮤᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮞᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮑᮢᮑᮗᮕᮼ

ᯒᮕᮣᮠᮙᮤᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮕᮤᮙᮤᮕ ᮖᮢᮑᮝᮕᮺ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮔᮥᮜᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮔᮢᮙᮦᮕᮢ’ᮣ ᮜᮙᮓᮕᮞᮣᮕᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮓᮑᮢ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮣᮠᮕᮓᮙᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮓᮘᮟᮣᮕᮞ—ᮣᮜᮕᮕᮛ ᮙᮞ ᮔᮕᮣᮙᮗᮞᮺ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮓᮛᮠᮙᮤ ᮠᮕᮢᮖᮕᮓᮤᮜᮩ ᮣᮥᮙᮤᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮜᮟᮜᮙᮻᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮤᮥᮢᮕᮼ ᯏᮞ ᮑᮦᮕᮢᮑᮗᮕ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮓᮜᮙᮞᮕ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮢᮙᮦᮕ ᮙᮤᮼ

ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮛᮞᮕᮧ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮓᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮘᮟᮝᮕᮼ ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮔᮢᮙᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮤᮧᮕᮞᮤᮩ ᮝᮙᮞᮥᮤᮕᮣᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮑᮢᮢᮙᮦᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮑᮞ ᮥᮢᮒᮑᮞ ᮦᮙᮜᮜᮑᮗᮕᮼ

ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮜᮙᮦᮕᮔ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮕᮼ ᯖᮕᮢ ᮑᮔᮟᮠᮤᮙᮦᮕ ᮠᮑᮢᮕᮞᮤᮣ—ᮧᮘᮟ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ’ᮣ ᮒᮙᮟᮜᮟᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᮠᮑᮢᮕᮞᮤᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ—ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮠᮠᮑᮢᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮠᮑᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮑᮧᮑᮩ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮑᮗᮟ ᮙᮞ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮑᮓᮓᮙᮔᮕᮞᮤᮼ

ᯝᮢᮠᮘᮑᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮞᮟ ᮓᮑᮢᮺ ᮞᮟ ᮘᮟᮥᮣᮕᮺ ᮒᮥᮢᮔᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮝᮑᮣᮣᮙᮦᮕ ᮔᮕᮒᮤ—ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮓᮥᮢᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮣᮙᮤᮥᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᮀᮟᮟᮢ ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ… ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮑ ᮤᮕᮨᮤᮒᮟᮟᮛ ᮠᮢᮟᮤᮑᮗᮟᮞᮙᮣᮤ ᮤᮕᮝᮠᮜᮑᮤᮕᮼ

ᯖᮟᮧ ᮘᮑᮔ ᯗ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮞᮟᮤᮙᮓᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕᯍ

ᮇᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᯍ ᮅᮞᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮔᮕᮜᮙᮒᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑᮞ ᮥᮞᮖᮟᮢᮤᮥᮞᮑᮤᮕ ᮣᮟᮥᮜᮼ

ᯜᮟᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮟᮞᮕ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮢᮙᮣᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮢᮕᮑᮤᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮗᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮼ

ᯔᮟᮢ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮣᮟᮞᮺ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮑ ᮠᮑᮞᮗ ᮟᮖ ᮗᮥᮙᮜᮤ—ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮤᮟᮜᮕᮞ ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮼ

ᯏᮘ ᮧᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᮙᮤ’ᮣ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔᮑᮢᮔ ᮤᮢᮟᮠᮕᮼ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮖᮟᮢᮓᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮤᮢᮑᮞᮣᮝᮙᮗᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮑᮞᮩᮧᮑᮩ—ᮙᮤ’ᮣ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑ ᮓᮘᮟᮙᮓᮕᮼ

ᯒᮕᮜᮙᮒᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮔᮢᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮠᮜᮑᮙᮞ ᮓᮜᮟᮤᮘᮕᮣᮺ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮠᮑᮢᮛᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮠᮟᮢᮤᮣ ᮓᮑᮢ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮔᮙᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤ ᮠᮑᮢᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮟᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮢᮕᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮣᮘᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮙᮛᮕᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮑᮔᮚᮥᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮕᮑᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮜᮟᮧᮕᮣᮤ ᮣᮕᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮕᮔᮑᮜᮕᮔ ᮜᮑᮒᮟᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮣᮠᮟᮤ ᮞᮕᮑᮢ ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮘᮟᮝᮕᮺ ᮠᮑᮥᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮘᮙᮔᮔᮕᮞ ᮓᮟᮢᮞᮕᮢᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮓᮑᮥᮤᮙᮟᮥᮣ—ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮜᮕᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮥᮠᮠᮟᮣᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮙᮓᮛ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮥᮠᮺ ᮖᮙᮞᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮕᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮝᮑᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮒᮙᮗ ᮣᮓᮕᮞᮕ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮤᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮟᮝᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮤᮟ ᮧᮟᮢᮢᮩ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤᮼ

ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮙᮞᮣᮠᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮢᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮓᮑᮢᮕᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩᮼ

ᯜᮟ ᮣᮥᮣᮠᮙᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮖᮙᮗᮥᮢᮕᮣᮺ ᮞᮟ ᮣᮙᮗᮞᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮙᮔᮔᮕᮞ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘᮕᮢᮣᮼ

ᮃᮟᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮑᮖᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮟ ᮥᮠᮣᮤᮑᮙᮢᮣᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩ ᮒᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮑ ᮜᮑᮢᮗᮕ ᮒᮑᮗ ᮟᮖ ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮖᮑᮦᮟᮢᮙᮤᮕ ᮟᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕᮣ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮑ ᮞᮕᮑᮢᮒᮩ ᮣᮥᮠᮕᮢᮝᮑᮢᮛᮕᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮥᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮖᮤᮘ ᮖᮜᮟᮟᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮞᮤᮑᮜ ᮒᮥᮙᮜᮔᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᮃᮤᮑᮙᮢᮓᮑᮣᮕᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮒᮥᮙᮜᮔᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮕᮜᮕᮦᮑᮤᮟᮢᮣ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮕᮨᮘᮑᮥᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᯑᮑᮢᮢᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮘᮕᮑᮦᮩ ᮒᮑᮗᮣᮺ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮠᮑᮞᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮖᮙᮞᮕ ᮣᮧᮕᮑᮤ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮖᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮣᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑ ᮛᮕᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕᮼ

ᮃᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᯗ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮗᮟ ᮙᮞᯍ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮤᮙᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮩ ᮘᮕᮢᮕᮺ ᮣᮘᮕᮕᮢ ᮔᮕᮤᮕᮢᮝᮙᮞᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮠᮢᮟᮠᮕᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮟᮢᮧᮑᮢᮔ—ᮒᮥᮤ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮟᮟᮢᮺ ᮘᮕᮣᮙᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮓᮢᮕᮠᮤ ᮙᮞᮼ

ᯒᮟ ᮙᮤᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕ’ᮣ ᮞᮟ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮞᮟᮧᮼ

ᯝᮞᮜᮩ ᮒᮩ ᮖᮑᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮕᮑᮢ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮓᮟᮞᮡᮥᮕᮢ ᮙᮤᮼ

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮣᮙᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛ ᮝᮕᮞᮤᮑᮜ ᮠᮕᮠ ᮤᮑᮜᮛᮺ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮥᮞᮜᮟᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮟᮟᮢᮼ

᮰ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᯜᮙᮑᮞᮼ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮟᮟᮢ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮣᮑᮧ ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮤᮢᮑᮞᮓᮕ—ᮧᮘᮟ ᮛᮞᮕᮧ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮧᮑᮙᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕᯍ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮔᮑᮢᮛ ᮠᮥᮢᮠᮜᮕ ᮘᮑᮙᮢ ᮓᮑᮣᮓᮑᮔᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢᮖᮑᮜᮜ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮕᮢᮣᮺ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮔᮑᮝᮠ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮗᮜᮙᮣᮤᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮔᮢᮟᮠᮜᮕᮤᮣ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮑ ᮢᮕᮓᮕᮞᮤ ᮣᮘᮟᮧᮕᮢᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮙᮢ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮠᮥᮢᮕ ᮒᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮓᮑᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮔᮕᮕᮠ ᮦᮙᮟᮜᮕᮤ ᮘᮥᮕᮺ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮙᮓᮘᮕᮣᮤ ᮑᮝᮕᮤᮘᮩᮣᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮣᮛᮩ—ᮝᮩᮣᮤᮕᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮞᮓᮘᮑᮞᮤᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮣᮛᮙᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮠᮑᮜᮕ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮣᮤᮢᮙᮛᮙᮞᮗᮜᮩ ᮜᮥᮝᮙᮞᮟᮥᮣᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮒᮢᮟᮧᮣ ᮑᮢᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮑᮢᮗᮕᮺ ᮗᮜᮙᮣᮤᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮠᮕᮑᮛ ᮦᮟᮜᮥᮝᮕᮣᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮕ ᮑ ᮣᮙᮝᮠᮜᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕ ᮔᮢᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮠᮥᮢᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮜᮕᮗᮑᮞᮤᮺ ᮑᮓᮓᮕᮞᮤᮥᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮜᮕᮞᮔᮕᮢᮺ ᮧᮕᮜᮜᮻᮠᮢᮟᮠᮟᮢᮤᮙᮟᮞᮕᮔ ᮖᮙᮗᮥᮢᮕᮼ ᯓᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮝᮟᮦᮕᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮕᮨᮥᮔᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮞᮑᮤᮥᮢᮑᮜ ᮗᮢᮑᮓᮕᮼ

ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮟ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤᮜᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮑᮙᮜ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮙᮞᮓᮤᮙᮦᮕᮜᮩ ᮓᮜᮑᮝᮠᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮤᮧᮕᮕᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮕᮗᮣᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮑᮢᮣ ᮖᮜᮑᮤᮤᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮧᮑᮢᮔᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮟᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮖᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗ—ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮟᮟᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮙᮞᮔ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮧᮑᮙᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮗᮺ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮕᮞᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮙᮦᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮑ ᮖᮟᮨ ᮑ ᮣᮓᮑᮢᮕᮼ

᮰ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᯜᮙᮑᮞᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮓᮑᮝᮕᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮣ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮧᮕᮢᮕᮞ’ᮤ ᮜᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮕᮼ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮠᮢᮕᮠᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔ ᮝᮕ ᮥᮠᮼ᮰

᮰ᮀᮖᮖᮤᮺ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕ ᯗ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮛ ᮝᮩ ᮠᮢᮟᮝᮙᮣᮕᮯ᮰

ᯐᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮖᮙᮞᮙᮣᮘᮺ ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ ᮠᮥᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮤᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮕᮝᮒᮢᮑᮓᮕᮼ

ᯔᮟᮢ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮣᮟᮞᮺ ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮗᮢᮙᮠ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮥᮞᮥᮣᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮞᮗᮺ ᮣᮡᮥᮕᮕ᮪ᮙᮞᮗ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮥᮞᮓᮟᮝᮖᮟᮢᮤᮑᮒᮜᮩᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮔᮑᮢᮕ ᮣᮤᮢᮥᮗᮗᮜᮕ—ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮜᮕᮤ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮒᮕ ᮘᮕᮜᮔᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮔᮟᮞᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮢᮕᮣᮕᮑᮢᮓᮘ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮓᮟᮝᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮛᮞᮕᮧ ᮕᮨᮑᮓᮤᮜᮩ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮛᮙᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮔᮙᮣᮑᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮥᮞᮖᮟᮜᮔ ᮙᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮣᮙᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮞᮟᮧᮼ

ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮕᮑᮢ ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮢᮑᮠᮙᮔᮺ ᮘᮕᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘᮣᮼ

ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮣᮘᮟᮧᮕᮢᮕᮔ—ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮓᮕᮞᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮞᮤᮟᮨᮙᮓᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮖᮢᮑᮗᮢᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ’ᮣ ᮝᮙᮞᮔ ᮗᮢᮟᮧ ᮘᮑ᮪ᮩᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮤᮙᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮜᮟᮓᮛ ᮕᮓᮘᮟᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮑᮢᮣᮼ

ᯏᮞᮔ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ—ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮒᮕᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮢᮑᮓᮙᮞᮗᮼ

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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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