Lawrence Winters had never seen Kenneth Osborne make such an expression, and it made him feel a bit heartbroken.
She looked at him cautiously and said, "...So, before you find an official girlfriend, we can still be friends, right?"
Kenneth Osborne looked at her, sighed inwardly, and nodded, "Yes, of course we can."
"That's great. Let's cherish the time we can be good friends! After all, such good days may decrease day by day!" Lawrence Winters raised a smile, clasped her hands at her chest, and looked up at Kenneth Osborne.
Under the early summer night sky, her face was strikingly beautiful, with an ethereal quality that set her apart from the mundane world.
Though the smile at the corners of her lips carried a pure yet cruel kindness, like a thorned rose, coming close would result in being pricked, yet staying away made it hard to abandon the beauty within reach.
Her eyes were crescent-shaped, and her pupils were dark and bright, reflecting countless starlights.
