Gan Yuan was not stingy with her praise; what she extolled was not Huangfu Jue, but the father of her son. She wanted her son to perceive his father as an exceptionally outstanding figure.
"When he smiles, he's even gentler than Uncle Qiao, and when he's serious, he's more imposing than Uncle Huangfu..."
The little guy leaned forward, supporting himself on the back of her chair.
"Mommy, do you love him?!"
Gan Yuan hesitated for two seconds, then, her lips lifted into a smile.
"Of course, otherwise, how would you be here?"
...
That day was the first time Gan Yuan mentioned the father to her son. Along the way, the little one asked all sorts of questions, from the father's hair color to his favorite color... sparing no detail.
Gan Yuan satisfied each query, telling him everything she knew about Huangfu Jue except for his name and true identity.