Weili.

In a teahouse, Jeno and Sindra sit on either side of a wooden table, waiting for refreshments to be served.

The teahouse has no name, but all visitors to the town will immediately see the teapot sculpture at the main entrance.

When the teahouse was first built, a skilled weaver was asked to weave a house out of several different trees, each of which produced different colors of flowers in different seasons.

Today, the teahouse is a bright rose red, and there are also many pale pink lanterns.

This means that today, spring is always there.

A pot of spiritual tea was brought by a woman and placed on the table, and then two delicate and elegant teacups were pushed in front of them separately.

The woman smiled and nodded at the two, and Jeno saw that she was still holding a metal sharp object in her hand. But the woman didn't mean to hide it, and walked to another room with the tray in her hand.

While the shopkeeper and the other guests weren't aware of their table, the teapot suddenly floated up on its own, pouring hot tea into Jeno's cup.

The steam spreads and the fragrance fills the nose.

But Jeno wasn't happy with that, and he reached out and pressed the teapot back down on the table.

"Syndra, didn't you say you weren't allowed to use magic today?"

The person's face immediately turned cold, and he replied nonchalantly:

"We don't have anyone to mourn, so we don't need to be so solemn."

"But your dark magic will pollute this pot of spiritual tea."

"Are you disgusted with me......"

There was a sudden sour smell in the air, and Jeno looked up to see Sindra staring at him maliciously. There was a strong threat in her words, as if one wrong thing would bring disaster to herself.

Jeno didn't care, though. Because of the same situation, he has encountered it countless times, but each time it passed unharmed.

"Don't think about it, you can do everything up to you. But today, we should be in awe of tradition. ”

Today, Ionia has a very special and important day.

Frenching Day.

Through the Blooming Spirit, people communicate with the spirits of their recently deceased loved ones and receive blessings.

Those who are alive are able to let go of old pains, find peace, and move on after loss. After the festival, their loved ones returned to the spiritual realm, and they were content to know that the family was thriving.

However, the festival doesn't seem to have anything to do with the two. Jeno doesn't have any relatives to pay respects to, and even if he had, he wouldn't have come here. And Sindra's relatives had already returned to the spiritual realm when she was sleeping in the dream pool.

Jeno picked up the cup of tea that Sindra had poured, shook it in his hand, then poured it into Sindra's cup again, repeating the previous step, and finally poured it out.

"What are you doing? Can't I drink the tea I poured??? ”

Seeing that Sindra was about to go on a rampage again, Jeno explained slowly: "Personal habit, the first tea is used to moisten the cup. ”

Sindra accepted Jeno's claim, though she still couldn't understand why Jeno was doing it. As Jeno poured the tea a second time, Sindra reached for her cup and took a sip.

The tea is very hot and needs to be constantly blown to cool before drinking. And just as she was blowing, the woman appeared again.

Sindra watched as she buried the sharps under the roots of the wall, feeling a sense of déjà vu but unable to remember the scene.

"What is she doing?" Finally, she couldn't help but be curious, and asked Jeno.

It's a shame to say that she's an Ionian, and Jano isn't. She also had to ask the Gentiles for advice on her own customs, and if she didn't mind where she belonged, she would find it really inappropriate.

"It's about praying for peace and harmony during the festival, so that people can put aside the strife of the past." Jeno replied as he drank tea.

It's no wonder that Sindra can't remember, in fact, in her childhood, few people would bury sharp objects under the roots of the trees that weave into houses. But since the war of Noai there have been more people doing so, even though the war is over.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"What?"

Jeno froze at Sindra's sudden question, until she reached out and pointed to her mouth.

"Oh, personal habits, I prefer to drink it when the tea is hot, and it doesn't hurt when I get used to it."

Sindra took a sip of it, but immediately covered her mouth with her hand and looked grieving.

"You don't actually have to follow my example, the husband and wife must do what they can." Jeno smiled and poured another cup of tea.

"Nasty, what kind of nonsense are you talking about again!"

After drinking a pot of spiritual tea, the two left the teahouse and went to the bazaar to buy a bag of festive pastries to feed to Sindra as compensation for her mouth being burned by the hot tea.

The bazaar was very lively, and the variety of stalls attracted Sindra's attention.

Robes, bells, masks, flowers...... She also saw shadow puppetry.

Behind the transparent tissue paper in the middle of the stage, the shadow puppeteer controls the delicate paper puppets behind the scenes, and the light source is a flame. The storyteller stands in front of the stage and tells the story of the play to a fascinated audience.

Now on the stage, it is the story of a woman who uses her ingenuity to fight wits and courage with the gods, and finally finds the spirit of her dead lover.

Ionia's stories are often expressed in such a vague way that Jeno finds it a little difficult to understand and does not continue to waste time. Sindra also stopped to watch for a moment before leaving, the story was not desirable to her.

If anything really stops her from seeing her lover, she will destroy all the obstacles she encounters on the way.

After walking around the busy street for a while, Sindra began to complain about shoes and sore legs.

Because she had agreed not to use magic today, she walked on her feet all day today.

"Who made you float all the time and couldn't exercise your legs, and now when you want to use it, you won't be useful." Jeno counted her down as he crouched down and rubbed her soreness calves. As soon as you touch the soft and tender meat, you know that you lack exercise, and you can't get used to wearing shoes because you are used to bare feet.

"Don't ...... like that," Sindra bent down and grabbed Jeno's hand, embarrassed, "There are too many people here!" ”

I don't know if I was afraid of being recognized or what, Sindra's voice was restrained. It's no wonder that her reputation in Ionia is no less than that of Irelia, and if someone from Precidian's side came to the city, they would probably recognize her at a glance.

"What else? Am I carrying you on my back? Jeno twitched his eyebrows and slapped his palm on her thigh, making her panic even more.

"No... No! Too many people are watching, and I... I'll just float myself. ”

"That would only be more noticeable, who walks with a floating one?" Jeno said, suddenly had an idea, and put his eyes on the mask stall not far away: "Or?" Go ahead and choose a mask to wear so no one will recognize you. ”

"......" Sindra knew she had no choice but to agree.

At first glance, Sindra fell in love with an intricately patterned mask.

The mask she chose had two ornate horns on the top of her head, and her crooked eyes turned the expression of her entire face into a wicked smile. This is the mask of the god of slaughter, the little girl that everyone will see when they are dying.

The so-called killing god, in Jeno's view, is actually an abstract Qianjue.

"How? Is it good-looking? Eager to put on her mask, Sindra asked Jeno.

"Looks more like a female devil."

Her hair was already a rare and unhealthy white, but after the mask of evil, the whole person looked even more evil.

Although Sindra didn't speak, Jeno could still feel the murderous aura coming from under the mask.

"I'll pick one too."

Jeno took his eyes off her, patrolling back and forth through dozens of sheets, eventually buying a fox fairy mask.

Legend has it that the fox fairy is one of the images of the door god, who has guided many dead spirits into the spiritual realm and towards peace and happiness. After his trip to Freljord, Jeno melted down Nightfall and released the millions of souls of the underworld back into the spiritual realm, where they were no longer to be driven.

He felt that he had done something similar to that of the fox fairy.

"Are your legs still sore?"

"Hmm."

"Then I'll carry you, don't use magic today!" Jeno emphasized again.

"Uh-huh......" Sindra replied weakly, and she didn't resist anymore in her mask, and obediently climbed onto Jeno's back.

This was the biggest change she had ever made with Jeno, and she used to hate being told to her in a commanding tone, but now she could hold back.

Suddenly, like a fox, Jeno sniffed at the few strands of her hair that hung down, and exclaimed:

"It's so fragrant, is it the smell of you?"

Sindra subconsciously sniffed it, and there was indeed a refreshing sweetness in the air.

"Don't play stupid, I don't believe you don't know that the spirit tree is blooming!" Sindra gave him a gentle kick from behind.

As the last rays of the setting sun disappeared below the water's surface, the spirits bloomed, and the flowers of the spirit tree glowed under the moon.

The branches of the spirit tree are full of flowers, which is beautiful. There are not only Ionians but also Noxians in the trees.

Every flower is the embodiment of a person's spirit.

People put on their most gorgeous clothes, wore masks, lit lanterns, and walked all the way to the temple on the hill, where the warm and festive lights reflected the faint silver light of the branches and flowers.

Remembering the old love, blooming in the new year, mourning tonight is not broken.

Before tonight's flowers, they should find the relatives they are looking for in the flowers, communicate with them, and obtain each other's blessings. Let go of the past and move towards the future.

"Let's go, go to the mountains."

Jeno and Sindra came to another mountain, where there was no temple and no people praying for blessings.

Quiet, dark and dreary. It's just the two of them.

"Where's the stuff?" Sindra asked.

"Take it." Jeno put her down, and conjured a ball of flame, the verdant grass glowing with the firelight.

Of course, what Sindra was referring to wasn't any ordinary flame, and Jeno put his hand in his pocket and grabbed a seed that glowed green.

The seeds of the spirit willow.

"The emerald god gave me such one, leave it to you, be careful."

Since they didn't have anyone to pay tribute to, they came up with other ways to participate in this meaningful festival.

In the past, Sindra destroyed a spirit willow when she awakened her abilities, and Jeno thought that today, a hundred years later, let her plant one again, which can be regarded as compensation for Ionia.

Jeno thinks so much about her, of course she won't refuse. Sindra took the seeds, broke them into a shovel, and began digging a pit in the spot and burying the seeds.

Jeno watched all this with full attention, and whether the seeds could germinate smoothly depended on whether the tree planter was ready to be enlightened.

If Sindra still holds a grudge against Ionia, then the dark forces in her emotions will seep into the spiritual realm, causing imbalances. In this way, instead of growing into a sacred willow, the seed will become a corrupted spirit, a brutal dryad who will kill the earth in return.

That's why Jeno had Sindra ban magic, even though she had corrected her form, the magic of her evil nature would still affect the germination of the seed.

Sindra leveled the soil, clenched her fists, and looked apprehensively at the discolored soil.

Looking forward to what happens.

When the shoots emerged from the soil, she was so excited that she turned and hugged Jeno. Jeno was also sincerely happy for her, he was ready to fight the dryads, but she didn't expect her to succeed.

"Congratulations."

This means that she has let go of the past and is moving towards the future.

At this time, there was an explosion in the sky over the town, and bright fireworks burst into the night sky......