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.,A stretch of snow-white wrist, linked to slender hands, was exposed to the air. The arm, like a pink lotus root, was delicate and pure, without a single blemish.,"Mister Li, I happen to need a paperweight. I'll take this one. No charge for the trouble, just a pack of cigarettes." Yue Yun nimbly reached into her jeans pocket and pulled out a wad of cash, handing it to the old man. "Here you go, evens things up. This is mine now."。