I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi was still in a daze when Bing Nandong pulled him away. So he could only wave goodbye to the old lady and Qianqian. Qianqian smiled bitterly and waved goodbye as well.

"Wait, Bingnan Dong, I want to observe that ceremony again. It's so impressive, almost like what's described in some novels."

Bing Nandong didn't respond, and only let go after pulling him into the alley: "Why only draw one line?"

Fan Zhiyi was taken aback for a moment before realizing that Bing Nandong was asking about the painting: "According to Qianqian, shouldn't we have just painted one line?" Meeting Bing Nandong's gaze, Fan Zhiyi's voice grew softer and softer, then rose again, "Then why did you paint two lines?"

"..."

"..."

The two fell silent for a moment, then Bing Nandong spoke first, explaining, "In this ceremony, unmarried men and women who don't have someone they like can get to know each other and express their love, because the Prayer for a Bountiful Harvest Festival is actually also..."

"A large-scale live matchmaking event!" Fan Zhiyi instantly realized, "That's why you said it would be troublesome, adding another layer of complexity to our lives."

Because Bing Nandong was naturally popular, if he hadn't had the quick thinking to apply two marks to both of them, they probably would have been stuck here for who knows how long.

Fan Zhiyi instantly understood the meaning behind Bing Nandong's two paintings, but since this was a sacred ceremony of another tribe, the two of them still had to be careful with their words so as not to offend others.

Fan Zhiyi thought he had figured it out, but Bing Nandong frowned slightly: "Not entirely."

"what?"

Bing Nandong fell silent again. The burning heat in his heart was almost scalding him, but looking at Fan Zhiyi, he didn't know where to begin.

Fan Zhiyi has made it clear that he is unwilling to show his true feelings right now, so why should he rush to say it and make it seem like he is in a hurry?

Meanwhile, Bing Nandong was sulking, which was the only piece of information Fan Zhiyi could extract that he was absolutely certain was correct.

So Fan Zhiyi asked, "Will following this alley lead us back to Tianyun Sect?"

"can."

"Then let's go back from here." Fan Zhiyi thought Bing Nandong was angry because she really didn't like participating in the activity, but he himself was too excited.

As a result, Bing Nandong said, "If you want to walk around more, that's fine too, since this ceremony is only held once a year."

Fan Zhiyi: "...?" A row of question marks slowly appeared in his mind.

No, bro, what exactly do you want?

Fan Zhiyi was exhausted; he simply couldn't understand it. Just then, there was a flower stall nearby, and Fan Zhiyi remembered that Bing Nandong had given him osmanthus flowers that morning, so he went over to take a look.

Bing Nandong did not follow them; he simply stood there and waited for him.

The white flower petals are oval-shaped, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, neither too big nor too small. They are skillfully woven by the flower sellers into wreaths, bracelets, and bouquets.

Fan Zhiyi had never seen this flower before. As soon as he got close, the flower seller said, "Young master, would you like a bouquet? This is the sacred flower of my clan. Buying it and putting it at home will bring you good luck."

The hype was so convincing that it made Fan Zhiyi somewhat tempted: "Could it make an angry person happy?"

The shopkeeper instantly understood Fan Zhiyi's meaning, thinking he was trying to amuse someone he loved. After all, their sacred flower was also known as the flower of love, bringing good fortune and happiness, and symbolizing pure and flawless love.

"Of course, sir. Buy her a flower wreath; she'll be very happy."

A wreath? Fan Zhiyi originally only wanted to buy a bouquet of flowers.

He roughly imagined what it would look like with a wreath on Bing Nandong's head, and found it a bit awkward and hard to imagine.

Seeing Fan Zhiyi hesitate, the shopkeeper assured him, "Don't worry, young master. If she's still angry after receiving the flowers, we'll give you a full refund. Plus, we're currently offering a buy-two-get-one-free deal, which is a great value."

It was indeed a great deal, so Fan Zhiyi was tempted and bought two bouquets of flowers and a wreath.

After paying the spirit stones, he ran over to Bing Nandong with the flowers in his hands and handed the wreath to him, saying, "This is for you."

Bing Nandong looked at the wreath, but did not reach out to take it, remaining silent.

Fan Zhiyi knew it wouldn't work, but since it was a free gift from selling these two bouquets of flowers, he didn't need to worry about the spirit stones.

Since Bing Nandong wouldn't accept it, Fan Zhiyi was about to pull his hand back when Bing Nandong grabbed the wreath with a light touch, as if afraid of damaging it: "Isn't it for me?"

"I thought you didn't want it," Fan Zhiyi explained, then leaned closer and asked, "Are you any happier now?"

Bing Nandong asked, puzzled, "I'm not angry. Besides, what does this have to do with being happy or unhappy?"

"These flowers are so beautiful! Wouldn't you be very happy to receive them? Besides, the shop owner said that these flowers are the sacred flowers of their clan, possessing immense power." The cultivation world is truly wonderful; even flowers possess divine power, capable of instantly improving the recipient's mood.

"If anyone has a fight in the future, why not just send them a bouquet of these flowers?" Fan Zhiyi's perspective was immediately broadened.

However, Bing Nandong on the other side still didn't speak, so Fan Zhiyi tentatively asked, "Shall I help you put it on?"

"Fan Zhiyi, do you even know the meaning of this flower?"

Fan Zhiyi: "...I don't know"

Meeting Bing Nandong's gaze, just as Bing Nandong was about to speak, Fan Zhiyi said directly, "I'm not stupid." He guessed that Bing Nandong's first words would definitely be that he was really stupid.

Bing Nandong: "...I wasn't talking about you." He gathered his thoughts and began, "What is the significance of the Prayer for a Bountiful Harvest Festival?"

"Praying for a good harvest, and... blind dates," Fan Zhiyi murmured.

Although Bing Nandong didn't quite understand what blind dating meant, he vaguely guessed that it was similar to matchmaking as they usually talked about: "In that case, are the things these vendors sell also related to the festival?"

Fan Zhiyi nodded obediently. Bing Nandong waited for his reaction, silently counting in his mind, three, two, one...

Then, when the time came, Fan Zhiyi suddenly opened his eyes wide and shouted, "Holy crap, so this flower was actually for my lover?"

“In their tribe today, this flower is either given to oneself or to… one’s beloved, to express unwavering affection.”

It's over, it's over!

Fan Zhiyi was already drenched in sweat. He already knew that Bing Nandong had some feelings for the original owner of this body, and he had planned to explain it to Bing Nandong later, so for the time being, he would not do anything that would cause Bing Nandong to misunderstand.

Holy crap, are they trying to kill him?

How could he tell Bing Nan Dong, without hurting the boy's pride, that he didn't mean that when he gave him the wreath, that he didn't know, and that he might be able to get it back?

Why does this race have so many deep meanings? Can't they all be simpler and less complicated?

Fan Zhiyi felt his brain racing, using every word he had ever learned to organize his thoughts. How was he supposed to explain this?

"Let's go," Bing Nandong suddenly said. The more Fan Zhiyi looked at the flower wreath in his hand, the more irritating it became. To make matters worse, the flower seller kept staring at him, laughing and shouting across the distance, "Young master, how's it going? Have you managed to appease your sweetheart?"