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?”

saying, “Yes, find a place to sit and wait for

else he needed to do in his school, so she said, “Okay, I'll wait for you here

stood there for a while before sitting on

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

but because of her mask and wearing,

came over and asked tentatively, “Hello, are you

polite smile. “Do you also think I look

I mean, how could it

friend asked, “Are you a freshman?

you really look like her. You must be

said with a smile, “Thank

bus they were waiting

goodbye to

left, the smile on

Freshman?

clothes really have the magical function

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

Channing got off the bus, he saw a pink figure on the bus

with her hands behind her, and her

was as if a light had come into his

her in front of a convenience

that no

traffic light turned green,

past one after another on the street, she

and looked at the boy who was standing

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

was stunned and asked, “Didn't you bring

Channing said, “I forgot.”

she could say anything, Channing said, “What

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

coughed before saying,

catch a cold like this, why don't you go back to the dormitory and change your

she felt that the

“You

looked sideways and

believe it, she stood on tiptoe and touched his

Indeed, as expected.

“You...”

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