Su Xingyu subtly avoided him.
Though in her heart she thought, a masked ball? Could she and Han take the opportunity to escape amidst the chaos?
But with a slight thought, she denied the idea. Ouyang Yi had so many dark forces that the security would be tight. Any move they made would be nearly impossible.
Han reached out his little hand and gently tugged her: "Mom."
She looked down at the child.
The child's voice was soft and sticky: "I miss you. I haven't seen you for several days."
Su Xingyu felt a sharp pain in her heart. This was the result of the child being controlled by Ouyang Yi. No matter how frequently she went to see him, it couldn't compare to the constant day-to-day closeness. The longing felt like a thorn embedded in her heart.
Behind her, Ouyang Yi smiled gently and said, "Han, I know you miss your mom, so I brought you here today to be the flower boy. You should accompany mom and dad well, and witness our happy wedding."
