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

school, so she said,

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

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

that they recognized her, but because of her mask and wearing,

of them came over and asked tentatively, “Hello,

kept a polite smile. “Do you also think I

to her friend, “Well, I mean,

friend asked, “Are you a

really look like her. You must be

head and said

bus they were waiting

goodbye to

smile on her

Freshman?

really have the magical function of making people

been in a good mood, and even considered this continuous drizzle a lot more pleasing to the

saw a pink figure

hands behind her,

moment, it was as if a light

time he saw her in front of a convenience

that

the traffic light turned green, Channing strode toward

cars speeding past one after another on

at the boy who was standing there at

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

and asked, “Didn't you bring

Channing said, “I forgot.”

said, “What would you like

opened the umbrella she brought. “This is your school.

before

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 the arm she

“You had a

looked sideways and said

she stood on tiptoe and touched

Indeed, as expected.

“You...”

staring at her, and said, “Don't get so close to me. I have