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

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

Winnie stood there for a while before

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

of her mask and

came over and asked

polite smile. “Do you also think I look like her? Several

“Well, I mean, how could

friend asked, “Are you a freshman? I

said, “Yes, you really look like her. You must be very

head and said with

time, the bus they

waved goodbye

left, the smile on her face

Freshman?

really have the magical function

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

off the bus, he saw a pink figure

behind her, and her white sneakers

it was as if a

in front of

that no one

traffic light turned green,

past one after another on the street, she suddenly

turned her head and looked at the boy who was standing there at

and hair were wet because of the rain, and

was stunned and asked, “Didn't

Channing said, “I forgot.”

could say anything, Channing said,

she brought. “This is your

coughed before

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

that the arm she was

“You had a

sideways

believe it, she stood on

Indeed, as expected.

“You...”

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