Legend has it that long, long ago, the king wanted to marry off his beautiful daughter. Many, many princes came when they heard the news. The princess decided that if anyone could hook her little finger, that person would be her husband.
On the day of choosing a spouse, the princess, dressed in white, walked up to the princes and extended her little finger one by one, but no one hooked it. She was very disheartened. Just as she was about to give up, someone gently hooked her little finger. That person happened to be the prince she had been looking for, the one who hooked her little finger. They became engaged, but at this time, an army rebellion broke out. The prince was forced to leave the princess and go to quell the unrest.
As the prince was leaving, he hooked the princess's little finger again. They agreed that the prince would definitely return to marry the princess. The prince left. Tick-tock, tick-tock, and this departure lasted for ten years. The princess remained beautiful, and there were countless people proposing to her. Many people advised the princess to choose a new partner. The princess still loved him, her prince. Finally, the princess made a decision: if anyone could hook her little finger like the prince did, she would marry him.
On the day of choosing a spouse, the princess extended her little finger again. But no one hooked it. The princess chose to live alone.
One day, a beggar came to the palace to propose, and the guards stopped him. However, the princess treated everyone equally and agreed to his proposal. The princess extended her little finger. Miraculously, that person hooked her little finger. The princess was surprised; she couldn't see his face. Slowly, the beggar lifted his hat, revealing himself to be the prince who had been missing for many years, her lover. That night, outdoors with a military knife, the princess saw her lover, and that night, they pledged their lifelong devotion privately.
Beautiful things always vanish quickly. When the rooster crowed, the prince got up and quietly left the princess, his lover. It turned out that it was the prince's soul. The prince kept his promise and returned to the princess on the last day before his soul left the mortal world on July 7th. Later, people found the prince's body. He had been murdered on his way back to the country.
The princess came to the prince's side and looked at her lover. She drank poison. In the moment she took her last breath, she hooked the prince's little finger.
Later, because of this legend, hooking little fingers came to represent an unchanging matrimonial vow even beyond life and death.
Has anyone ever hooked your little finger?