"Oh, alright."
Nanan put down the dough sticks. She smiled at Lan and said, "Sister Lan, follow me."
"Thank… Thanks."
Lan quietly thanked her. Then, she followed Nanan, feeling anxious.
'Wash up?
'What does that mean?'
She thought about it and looked at her injured right hand. She hid it further under her sleeve.
'Did the Saint think my right hand's dirty? How does washing up help? Can this be washed off?'
She felt conflicted. They arrived downstairs.
Nanan walked to the basin and said, "Sister Lan, here."
"Yeah… Oh!" Lan snapped out of it. Nanan bent down and picked up a big red bucket on the floor. Then, she filled it up with water.
Lan looked at the flowing water and had to ask, "Is that… Spiritual Water? I don't need to use this, it's too wasteful."
"Hey, this is just ordinary water to Brother Nianfan. Don't you get it, Sister Lan?"
