Su Ming'an was slightly taken aback, "Hmm?"
"Today is December 30th in the 48th year after the Catastrophe. Tomorrow is our 'Fuyuan Festival' here, which lasts for over half a month," Rin said. "People will set off fireworks, hang red cloths, and give out laces. The red laces represent victory. Yellow stands for safety and smoothness. Green is given by the elderly to the young, symbolizing earnest hopes. White is the blessing from those who are about to pass away to others."
Su Ming'an spread out the lace, which Rin had woven beautifully.
Rin hung the lace on his belt, "Once you receive a lace, you must wear it on your waist. If the person who gave you the lace dies, you should hang the lace on your wrist until the next Fuyuan Festival."
"Then when I return, wouldn't I have to hang hundreds of laces on my waist?"
