The little one clung to his mother's sleeve, his little head nodding off. Clearly, he was sleepy, but he insisted on being held and coaxed to sleep, perhaps due to a lack of security.
Once he fell asleep, Qin Xiangnuan was very careful when she placed him back in the cradle. His two brothers were on one side, having slept for two hours already without showing signs of waking up. She put the paper and pen on her lap and continued to draw while coaxing Little San.
This time, Little San was quite cooperative, not crying or making a fuss, and Qin Xiangnuan didn't even know when he fell back asleep, his chubby hand still clutching a corner of the blanket. She dare not disturb him, afraid that if the little ancestor awoke, he would cause unrest.
She tiptoed back to the desk and continued her work.
