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?”

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

to do in his school, so she said, “Okay, I'll wait for you here at the bus

hanging up the phone, Winnie stood there for a while

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

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

the two of them came over and

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

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

you a

really look like her. You must be very

and said with a smile, “Thank

the bus they

waved goodbye

left, the smile on her

Freshman?

magical

had always been in a good mood,

saw a pink figure on

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

a moment, it was as if a light had come into his dead

first time he saw her in front

that no

turned green, Channing strode

cars speeding past one after another on the

the

hair were wet because of the rain, and his

asked,

Channing said, “I forgot.”

she could say anything, Channing said,

stood up and opened the umbrella she brought. “This is your

before saying,

turned around and was about to go out when Winnie grabbed him, “It’s easy to catch a

that the arm

“You had

sideways

stood on tiptoe

Indeed, as expected.

“You...”

hand and held her wrist, staring at her, and