Shang Ruyi was momentarily stunned.
At this moment, a cautious voice sounded in her ear: "Madam?"
"Hmm?"
Shang Ruyi snapped back to reality and looked down, seeing a middle-aged man standing at the front of the long line, still waiting to receive rice. Apparently, he had been waiting for a while because she was distracted. He carefully asked, "Can I take it now?"
"Yes, of course you can."
Shang Ruyi steadied herself and hurriedly filled a bag of rice for him. The man thanked her profusely and left with the bag.
As he turned to leave, Shang Ruyi looked across the street again, only to find that the spot where the monk in white stood was now empty.
Had that person disappeared?
Shang Ruyi, for some inexplicable reason, instinctively looked down both sides of the long street, but there was no sign of the monk. He seemed to have floated away like a light cloud, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
Shang Ruyi was momentarily lost in thought again.
