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

school, so she said, “Okay, I'll wait for you here

stood there for a while

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

they recognized her, but because of

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

a polite smile. “Do you also think

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

friend asked, “Are you a freshman? I

girl said, “Yes, you really look like

head and said with a

time, the bus they were

goodbye to

smile on her face

Freshman?

magical function of making people look

good mood, and even considered this continuous drizzle a

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

her hands behind her, and her white sneakers

a moment, it was as if a light had come into his dead

her in front of a convenience store

that no one

traffic light turned green, Channing strode toward

after another on the street, she suddenly felt someone was looking at

her head and looked at the

wet because of the rain, and his

asked, “Didn't you bring

Channing said, “I forgot.”

could say anything, Channing said, “What would you like

opened the umbrella she

coughed before

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

could finish speaking, she felt that the arm she was holding

frowned. “You had

sideways

believe it, she stood on tiptoe

Indeed, as expected.

“You...”

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