A clean hand, holding a damp cloth, wiped away the Arabic numerals on the board. The hand was delicate and refined, with a thick palm that suggested good fortune. Its five fingers were white and tender like young bamboo shoots, their tips sharp and pointed like spring shoots carved from jade. The nails were trimmed neatly and shone with a polished sheen, rounded and cute in their rosy hue.,Simply dressed, the girl's liveliness is undiminished. Her bare face is as fresh as a water lily, possessing a natural beauty that radiates from within. It is an ethereal charm that can be seen in her very bones. Looking at her is like seeing the first rays of sunshine on a winter morning or the gentle breeze of a summer dawn; it invigorates and delights the soul.,The elderly man was over sixty years old, his hair was gray, but he was in good spirits. His stall was set up next to his son's store, not taking up anyone else's space. He had a small table with copper coins and antique jewelry on it. The old man sat behind the table, chatting with people when they came by. When there were no customers, he would occasionally take out his long pipe and take a few puffs. Basically, there weren't many chances to chat, and most of the time he was alone in silence.。