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.,On her way back from shopping, she felt a burning sensation in her arm again. This time, it was even worse; her entire arm felt like it was on fire, the scorching pain spreading throughout her whole body.,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.。