Shao Min turned her head and saw that a white-robed monk had come to stand beside her without her realizing it. He was handsome and wore a genial look. He looked like a sunshine on a cold winter day, warm and elegant.
"Uh… That…" Shao Min felt a little embarrassed. To speak badly behind someone's back and then be heard by the person in question was ultimately not a very nice situation. However, Shao Min quickly reacted. The monk was so young, so it was unlikely he was the abbot. He was most likely an acolyte, so what was she afraid of? Furthermore, looking at how fair and clean he was, it was unlikely he was a mean person. Hence, she mustered her courage and shouted, "So what if he heard me? Did I say anything wrong? Monk, tell me, wasn't it a sin to transplant this bodhi tree to the north?"
