In the past, after nine o'clock the little one would always fall asleep very obediently. I don't know what was going on today, but he just wouldn't sleep. Long Linger even hummed children's songs for him, held him and did several slow waltzes, and he still wouldn't; he just sucked on his fingers, giggling, his big eyes wide open, babbling nonsense, completely refusing to go to sleep...
Long Linger had no choice but to go on holding him and singing, spinning in circles, telling him stories, not even knowing whether he could understand any of it...
