Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

Due to the activity the night before, Winnie Truman didn't get home until the early hours of the morning.

When Winnie opened her eyes the next day, it was already noon.

It was raining lightly outside the window, heralding the arrival of autumn.

She stretched, took out her phone and checked the time, it was half past twelve.

Saturday.

There was no other message on the phone except for a few later itineraries sent to her by the assistant.

These days, whenever Channing had no class at night, or had nothing else to do, he would come to her.

There was no message this Saturday.

Winnie sat up slowly, looked at the chat box with Channing, and remembered that the call Stella and Sherry made to her yesterday.

In fact, Channing had not come to her for two or three days.

It should be right after what they said happened.

She got up to wash, and when she went to the cloakroom, she glanced at the rows of skirts, and finally her eyes fell on the pink sweater.

Perfect for this weather.

Winnie put on her clothes, sat in front of the vanity mirror, put on a light makeup, and put on a high ponytail, looking instantly several years younger.

She leaned closer to the mirror and made sure there were no fine lines at the corners of her eyes before she took out her phone and went out.

The road was slippery on a rainy day, so she took a taxi instead of driving.

Forty minutes later, when the bus stopped at the school gate, Winnie got off the bus and dialed Channing's number.

The phone was only connected when it was about to end.

Channing's voice was low and hoarse, “Hello?”

Winnie paused. “Are you... are you still sleeping?”

“No.” There was a slight noise on the other end of the phone, and then his voice became clearer, “What's wrong?”

Winnie said, “Are you at school? I... just passed by the gate of your school. Would you like to have lunch together?”

find a place to sit

thought it was something else he needed to do in his school, so she said, “Okay, I'll wait for you here at the bus

phone, Winnie stood there for a while before sitting on

waiting for the bus, they turned their heads to look at her several

that they recognized her, but because of her

them came over and asked tentatively,

smile. “Do you also think I look like her? Several people

“Well, I mean, how could it be possible that Winnie Truman

asked, “Are you a freshman? I haven't seen

you really look like

head and said with

this time, the bus they were waiting

waved goodbye

the smile on

Freshman?

the magical function of making

Winnie had always been in a good mood, and even considered this continuous drizzle

got off the bus, he saw a pink figure on the bus stop from a

sat on the bench with her hands behind her, and her

was as if a light had come into his

time he saw her in front of a convenience store years

that no

the traffic light turned green,

another on the

the boy who was standing

because of the rain,

was stunned and asked, “Didn't

Channing said, “I forgot.”

she could say anything, Channing said,

she brought. “This is your school.

before

grabbed him, “It’s easy to catch a cold like this, why don't you go back to the

could finish speaking, she felt that the arm she was

frowned. “You

sideways and said

it, she stood on

Indeed, as expected.

“You...”

staring at her, and said, “Don't get so close to me. I have