Lu Yuze had been a father for twelve years. He'd raised Yuyan from birth, navigated the terrible twos, answered endless questions, dealt with scraped knees and nightmares, and the first days of school.
And he was asking her how to handle this?
She almost wanted to laugh at the irony.
Lu Yuze was quiet for a moment, then a rueful chuckle escaped him. "Fair point. I suppose I was hoping your ability to see fate might come with some instruction manual on how to explain it to children."
"It doesn't," Shuyin said dryly. "Fate-seeing and child-rearing are entirely separate skill sets, neither of which I'm particularly good at."
"So we're both fumbling in the dark on this one."
"Seems like it." She shifted slightly against him, her voice becoming more thoughtful. "Though if you're asking my opinion, unpracticed as it is, I'd say don't tell him. Not yet. Maybe not ever."
Lu Yuze waited, sensing she had more to say.
