The Magic Eye Little

The whiteboard, also her self-motivation and encouragement monument, urged her to accomplish one goal after another. It was previously placed at home, but when she went to high school, she moved it to her dorm room and hung it above her bed. Every morning, as soon as she opened her eyes, she could see it, making her feel like a well-oiled machine, studying diligently and striving for progress every day.,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.,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.。