Sang Luo doubted that a young Minos would remember an insignificant person like her after hundreds, let alone thousands, of years.
For a child, especially a noble Saint Heir, it wouldn't take years—perhaps only a few months, or even days. He could wake up one morning and forget she ever existed. There was no need to be overly concerned about revealing her true face.
"You... you are..." the boy stammered, looking at her, unable to form a complete sentence.
Sang Luo guessed what the boy was wary of. Her appearance was far too unique in the eyes of an Angel. She smiled and explained, "Rest assured, Saint Son. I'm not a Fallen Angel, and I won't hurt you. If you don't believe me, you can test me with your Angel Divine Light. That's what Fallen Angels fear most."
Minos pressed his lips together, swallowed back his words, and said no more.
Sang Luo finished heating the medicinal soup, which had grown a little cold, and brought it to him to drink.
