Having not seen him in so many years, Ke Bing thought Chen Yuan's transformation was even more dramatic than the proverbial "eighteen changes of a woman."
When they were young.
He had been like a little girl—delicate, with clear skin, big eyes, and a small, skinny frame.
He always stood in the front row for school activities. When he played basketball with his friends, a taller kid would just have to raise a hand under the backboard to block out the sun, casting him completely in shadow.
When they played badminton in the open space behind the school building, the shuttlecock would sometimes land on top of an outdoor air conditioning unit. At his height back then, he couldn't reach it and had to poke it down with his racket.
But all Ke Bing had to do was reach up a little, and she could grab it with ease.
Boys developed slower than girls, to say nothing of the fact that she was four years older.
