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.,"There are still thirty-five days left, come on, Le Yun, climb towards the peak of your ideals!" After correcting the date, Le Yun happily put down her pen, clenched her fist, her eyes full of confidence.,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.。