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 me

thought it was something else he needed to do in his school, so she said,

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

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

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

of them came over and asked tentatively,

also think I look like her? Several

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

asked, “Are you a freshman? I haven't seen

look like her.

head and said with a smile,

this time, the bus they were waiting for

goodbye to

smile on her

Freshman?

the magical function of

mood, and even considered this continuous drizzle a lot more

saw a pink figure on

on the bench with her hands behind her,

it was as if a light had come

her in

that no one

turned green,

cars speeding past one after another on the street, she

looked at the boy who was standing

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

asked, “Didn't

Channing said, “I forgot.”

say anything, Channing said, “What would you like

and opened the umbrella she brought. “This is your school. Whatever you

coughed before saying,

him, “It’s easy to catch a cold

finish speaking, she felt that the arm she was holding

“You had

sideways

she stood on tiptoe and touched his

Indeed, as expected.

“You...”

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