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The narrow paved streets outside are filled with an heavy fog today as the City of Flowers is covered with a light shower of heaven's sorrow as the gray of the sky tint everything in a dull shine, once vibrant reds and green reduced to ashy pink and dull teal as the result of the gloomy weather. Passerby shuffles on wooden sandals under elaborate yet sturdy paper umbrellas, most passing straight by a small teashop on Chrysanthemum Avenue and fewer giving a small smile behind porcelain masks at remembered times in the old establishment, just discussing their lives and sipping tea from exquisitely crafted china teacups.

Today is the Lovers Festival, and the whole city is in effervescence as the matchmaking week preceding the closing of the momentous event starts. The teashop is no exception, and alluring incense of roses, floral teas and luscious reds fill the space of the two storied small building.

Today is the first day of the Festival, and commonly called the Budding Day.