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?”

for a few seconds before saying, “Yes, find

needed to do in his school, so she said,

the phone, Winnie stood there for a while before sitting on the

with umbrellas came over. While waiting for the bus, they turned their heads to look at her several times, and then murmured to each

because of

came over

think I look like her? Several people have

was relieved and said to her friend, “Well, I mean, how could it be

“Are you a freshman? I haven't seen

you really look like

and said with a smile,

time, the bus they

waved goodbye to

they left, the smile on

Freshman?

really have the magical function of making

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

bus, he saw a pink figure on

with her hands behind her, and her white sneakers lightly stepped on the

if a light had

the first time he saw her in front of a

long that

the traffic light turned green, Channing strode toward

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

the boy who was standing there at some

and hair were wet because of

and asked,

Channing said, “I forgot.”

she could say anything, Channing said, “What would you like to

she

coughed before saying,

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

felt that the arm she was

frowned. “You had a

sideways and

believe it, she stood on tiptoe and

Indeed, as expected.

“You...”

raised his hand and held her wrist, staring at her, and said, “Don't get so close to me. I