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?”

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

needed to do in his school, so she said, “Okay,

there for a while before sitting on

with umbrellas came over. While waiting for the bus, they

recognized her, but because of her mask and

two of them came over and asked tentatively, “Hello,

kept a polite smile. “Do you also think I look like her? Several people have

I mean, how could it be possible that Winnie

friend asked, “Are you a freshman? I

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

tilted her head and said

time, the bus

waved goodbye to

the smile on her face

Freshman?

have the magical function

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

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

on the bench with her hands behind her,

as if a light had come into

time he saw her in front of a convenience store

long that no

light turned green, Channing

cars speeding past one after another on the street, she suddenly felt someone was

her head and looked at the boy who

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

was stunned and asked, “Didn't you bring an

Channing said, “I forgot.”

she could say anything, Channing said, “What would

she brought. “This is your school. Whatever you

before saying,

him, “It’s easy to catch a cold like this,

she felt that the arm she was holding was

“You

looked sideways

believe it, she stood on tiptoe and

Indeed, as expected.

“You...”

and