Lawrence Winters ran over to him, smiling, "Did you get a cab? Or are we taking the subway?"
Kenneth Osborne looked at the much slimmer Lawrence, whose facial features had become more defined. The round face had shrunk, beginning to feel like a palm-sized face.
The light green pullover sweatshirt was a size too big, hanging loosely on his frame, yet he didn't appear like a stick; instead, he exuded youthful exuberance.
Especially her skin, which was once so dewy it was almost transparent, like a ripe peach that would burst with sweetness at a bite.
Now that she had slimmed down, her skin was still fair but resembled mutton fat jade, rich yet not translucent, possessing a certain texture.
Her hair had just been washed, still damp, without time to blow-dry. It lay partially wet on her shoulders, making her dark eyes appear like a freshly washed night sky.
This version of Lawrence Winters was more beautiful than before, by more than just one level.
Kenneth felt this most deeply.
