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?”

“Yes, find a place to sit and wait for

else he needed to do in his school,

Winnie stood there

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

that they recognized her, but because of her mask

two of them came over and asked tentatively, “Hello, are you

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

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

a freshman? I

said, “Yes, you really look like her.

said with a smile, “Thank

this time, the bus

goodbye to

the smile on

Freshman?

the magical function of

good mood, and even considered this continuous drizzle a

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

her hands behind her, and her white

it was as if a light had come into

her in front of a convenience store years

that no

the traffic light turned green, Channing strode toward

watched the cars speeding past one after another on the street, she suddenly felt

turned her head and looked at the boy who

hair were wet because of the rain, and his face

and asked, “Didn't

Channing said, “I forgot.”

anything, Channing said, “What would

the umbrella she

coughed before

to catch a cold like this, why don't you go back to

could finish speaking, she felt that the arm she was holding

“You

sideways

stood

Indeed, as expected.

“You...”

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