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?”

seconds before saying, “Yes, find a place to sit

his school,

phone, Winnie stood there for a while before

bus, they turned their heads

her, but because of her mask and wearing, they couldn’t

of them came over

you also think

and said to her friend, “Well, I mean,

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

like her. You must be

and said with a smile, “Thank

this time, the bus

waved goodbye

left, the smile on her face

Freshman?

the magical function of

of such a small episode, Winnie had always been in a good mood, and even considered this continuous drizzle a lot

saw a

on the bench with her hands behind her, and

if a light

first time he saw her in

that no one

the traffic light turned green, Channing strode toward

speeding past one after another on the street, she suddenly felt someone was looking at

turned her head and looked at the boy

hair were wet because of the rain, and

was stunned and asked, “Didn't you bring an

Channing said, “I forgot.”

anything, Channing said, “What would you like to

the umbrella she brought. “This

coughed before

around and was about to go out when Winnie grabbed him, “It’s easy to catch a cold like this, why don't you go back to the

that

frowned. “You

sideways

stood on tiptoe

Indeed, as expected.

“You...”

his hand and held her wrist, staring at her, and said, “Don't