The Magic Eye Little

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.,Every person has an ideal, Yue Yun's ideal is to become the most outstanding doctor in China. Ideals are great, and the road to success may be bumpy. She firmly believes that as long as she persists, her hard work will pay off.,Yue Yun walked leisurely, hearing a familiar voice. She immediately turned her head and saw an old man setting up his stall in front of a shop. She sheepishly stuck out her tongue and hurried over, "Grandpa Li, you're here again today"。