A figure shot past on the street. The few pedestrians looked up in surprise at the speeding silhouette, but they couldn't even make out the hem of its clothes, let alone its face.
They couldn't help but sigh. Strange things happen every year, but this year was proving to be especially weird.
Tang Mo was running fast, so she'd deliberately chosen a market far from home. Besides, she was completely bundled up. 'If anyone can still recognize me as Xu Yin,' she thought, 'that would be truly bizarre.'
The farmers' market was about as crowded as usual. Although everyone knew the current weather was a bit strange and unsettling, and that they should probably be stocking up on some food...
...the exorbitant price of vegetables made them gamble. 'Maybe things are just a little rough right now,' they thought. 'It'll get better after a while.'
Tang Mo's goal was quite clear: anything and everything fresh.
