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

his school, so she said, “Okay, I'll wait

Winnie stood there for a while before

While waiting for the bus, they turned their heads to look

they recognized her, but because of

of them came over and asked tentatively, “Hello,

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

girls was relieved and said to her friend, “Well, I mean, how could it be possible that Winnie Truman is here

a freshman?

girl said, “Yes, you really look like her.

tilted her head and said with a smile, “Thank

time, the bus

goodbye

smile on

Freshman?

have the magical function of making people look

such a small episode, Winnie had always been in a good mood, and even considered this continuous drizzle

street, after Channing got off the bus, he saw a pink figure

behind her, and her white

it was as if a light had come into his dead

saw her in front of a

that

light turned green,

cars speeding past one after another on the street, she

and looked at the boy who was standing

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

asked, “Didn't you bring

Channing said, “I forgot.”

said, “What would you

she

coughed before saying,

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

could finish speaking, she felt that the arm she

“You

looked sideways

she stood on tiptoe and touched

Indeed, as expected.

“You...”

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