The owner of the hands was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl. She had a round, oval face with delicate, rosy skin that glowed from within. Under her slender eyebrows were bright eyes that sparkled like stars. Her black pupils were like precious jewels freshly retrieved from ice water, shining brilliantly.,In fact, Yueyin had just returned to the dormitory. The first thing she did after putting down her backpack was to change the numbers on the whiteboard. That board had accompanied her from elementary school to now; the edges of the whiteboard were worn smooth.,Drawing her hand back, she used her left hand to pick up what she had touched before. It was a small stone, like a circle with a piece taken out of it, shaped like a semi-circle. It was mottled brown and white.。