Beware of the Red Thread - Chapter 42

I should have cried like a heroine in a tragedy, but I only laugh in vain. The woman I had been waiting for for five years turns out to be such a crazy woman. damn it. I wanted to pluck my hair out if there was a real God.

Just try to erase the red thread anyway. After fixing the number one position of the person who I wanted to grab the hair from Assand to Lucia, I got up holding Wazowski.

“Let’s go.”

Wazowski, fully rejuvenated, rolled its eyes and snuggled into my arms. Its cool touch reminded me of someone, and I liked it very much.