C199 Apathy

Late at night, Qin Siyao tossed and turned on her own, unable to fall asleep no matter how hard she tried.

After tormenting himself for a long time, he still struggled to get up. Holding his son who was sleeping soundly to the side, he gently caressed his hair.

Qin Siyao didn't want to cry at first, but her tears kept falling down subconsciously, falling onto the child's lips