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.,Her dormitory was smaller, with eight beds. The beds were arranged along the wall, leaving a space in the middle. One end opened onto a corridor, and the other end had a window. Her bed was on the top bunk of a bed by the window.,"I feel great," Le Yun laughed, her eyes crinkled at the corners. She tucked the small stone into the front pocket of her jeans so she wouldn't lose it.。