Thinking of that little girl carved from pink jade, Xu Ruolan shook her head. After living together day and night for so long, she had long since developed feelings for her; there really was nothing to be afraid of.
"But I don't see anything different between Nannan and a normal person?"
"Nannan is just like Mary — they've both completed their redemption, so their Soul Bodies are solid. Not only can they walk around in the sun like normal, in daily life they're basically the same as us."
As he spoke, Ning Fan also told the story of Nannan's background.
"That time I went to Siam, I found a little girl crying on the riverbank…"
This background story was, of course, fabricated. Ning Fan didn't dare reveal Nannan's true origin, and he probably wouldn't bring it up ever again.
After all, the process of refining the Holy Infant was far too disgusting and terrifying. If Xu Ruolan learned the truth, she definitely wouldn't be able to accept it.
"That's so pitiful."
