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?”

was quiet for a few seconds before saying, “Yes, find a place to

school, so she said, “Okay,

there for a

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

because of her

over and asked tentatively, “Hello,

you also think I look like her? Several

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

you a

really look like

head and said with a smile, “Thank

the bus they were waiting

goodbye

the smile on her face

Freshman?

the magical function of making people look

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

bus, he saw a pink figure

behind her, and

it was as if a light had

saw her in front of a

that no one

the traffic light turned

past one after another on the

turned her head and looked at the

were wet because of the rain, and his

stunned and asked, “Didn't you bring an

Channing said, “I forgot.”

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

stood up and opened the umbrella she

before

easy 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 was very

frowned. “You had

sideways

believe it, she stood on

Indeed, as expected.

“You...”

her, and said, “Don't get so