She sighed inwardly, feeling slightly relieved. For now, she could only take one day at a time.
At night, she slept with Han, turned off the lights, and listened to the quiet wind outside. She lowered her voice and called, "Han?"
Han answered softly, "Mommy."
Listening to the child's innocent voice, Su Xingyu felt conflicted. Should she tell him the truth? Now that Ouyang Yi had shown his true colors, what if she didn't warn Han, and he remained defenseless against Ouyang Yi? But if she did tell him, would he, a mere three-year-old, be able to handle such a secret? Might he lose composure and inadvertently tip off Ouyang Yi, causing harm? Su Xingyu was torn.
Han waited for a while, not hearing her speak, and called again, "Mommy?"
Su Xingyu sighed inwardly and finally made up her mind, "Han, Mommy has something very important to tell you. You must promise me not to tell anyone, not even your daddy. Do you understand?"
In the darkness, Han replied softly, "Okay."
