Following the red thread scraps!!

# Translation It's been years since I became a bride, and what do you think this thread stuck to my little finger is? Ufufu, it's not a metaphor or anything—it's this red thread the color of blood, dammit. The red thread of fate that would be forgiven if spoken of by a little girl, but for someone like me at a respectable age, it's just pathetic. I'm telling you, I didn't tie it myself. What is this thing, I thought, but it's bad luck to remove it, so I can't. One morning it was just tied around my little finger. When I cried and thrust my little finger at others, demanding to know whose prank this cruel deed was, I was repaid with hearty laughter and made a complete laughingstock. Apparently it's the kind of malicious substance that only I can see. Isn't that doubly terrifying?