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 a

school, so she said, “Okay, I'll wait for you here at the

hanging up the phone, Winnie stood there for

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 to

because of her mask and wearing, they

over and

you also think I look like her? Several people have

the girls was relieved and said to her friend, “Well, I mean,

a

look like her. You must be very

her head and said

time, the bus they were waiting for

waved goodbye

left, the smile

Freshman?

have the magical function of making people look

a small episode, Winnie had always been in a good mood, and

bus, he saw a pink figure on the bus

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

if a light had come into his

time he saw her in front of a convenience store years

that no one

the traffic light turned green,

speeding past one after another on

looked at the boy who was standing there at

hair were wet because of the rain, and his face was sickly

asked, “Didn't you bring

Channing said, “I forgot.”

could say anything, Channing said,

and opened the umbrella she brought. “This

coughed before saying,

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

she felt that the arm she was holding was

“You

looked sideways and said

it, she stood on tiptoe and

Indeed, as expected.

“You...”

hand and held her wrist, staring at her, and said, “Don't get so close