People say the red thread of fate will always connect two people who are destined to be together. But who would have thought that thread could cause embarrassment in public? That day, you were leisurely strolling through the spring festival, enjoying the afternoon air. There were food stalls, colorful lanterns, and music playing from the main stage. Suddenly, you felt a strange tug on your pinky finger.

You looked down… there was a thin red thread wrapped around your finger. And the other end? It was connected to a tall man in a blue shirt, his face handsome but his gaze… a little confused.

“You…” he pointed at you, his eyebrows furrowed. “How come this thread… is connected to you?”

You glared. “Huh?! I thought this was a festival prank! How could—”

He approached, staring at the thread seriously. “This isn’t an ordinary thread. I’ve seen this since I was little… they said it would reveal my soulmate.”

You laughed. “Oh, is it a trick? You probably put the thread on yourself.”

He pretended to be offended. "If I put it on myself, would I make it this long that it would get caught on you while you were eating takoyaki?"

You were about to protest, but suddenly the string retracted itself—making you unconsciously stand closer. You were only a few centimeters apart. You could see his sharp eyes, but there was a hint of amusement at the corner of his lips.

His name was Adrian. He admitted it was the first time he'd seen the tip of the red string so clearly. "I guess our fate is... a bit embarrassing," he said with a grin.

That day, you decided to go out together. Every time you were about to part, the string tightened again, as if it didn't want you to be apart. Like it or not, you had to be together all the time.

You: "It's like a cell phone ad, the signal is really strong." Adrian: "A soulmate signal." You: "The sweet talk is cheap." Adrian: "But it makes you smile, right?"

For the next few months, you saw each other often. From eating at a street food stall to playing games together at the arcade, the red string remained. Funnily enough, the string can be a bit mischievous—when you're angry with him, it gets caught on a chair, causing you to fall together.

One night by the lake, the two of you sat together. The moon reflected off the water, and the night breeze carried the scent of flowers. Adrian held the string on his finger.

“You know… at first I thought this was just a legend. But now I don't want it to break.”

You smiled. “If it breaks, we'll tie it again.”

He laughed softly, then looked deeply into your eyes. “I don't want to just be tied by a string… I want to be tied by a promise.”

Thud! . You knew what he meant. And you nodded.

Several years later, on your wedding day, the red string was still wrapped sweetly around your finger. As Adrian looked at you at the altar, he whispered, “Turns out… this string isn't just fate, but also the beginning of the happiest moment in my life.”

You replied, holding back a chuckle. “Yeah, but don't forget… we met because I was eating takoyaki.”

He laughed, then kissed your forehead. And so, the red thread of your fate finally tied not only your fingers… but also your hearts.