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 at the

the phone, Winnie stood there for a while before

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

her, but because of her mask and wearing, they couldn’t

them came over and asked

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

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

a freshman? I haven't seen

really look like her. You must

and said with

time, the bus they were waiting for

goodbye to

smile on

Freshman?

have the magical function of making people look

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

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

sat on the bench with her hands behind her, and her white sneakers lightly

a light had come into his dead

her in front of a convenience store years

that

turned green, Channing

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

head and looked at the boy who was standing there at some

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

asked, “Didn't

Channing said, “I forgot.”

say anything, Channing said, “What would you

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

coughed before

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

that

“You

looked sideways and said

didn't believe it, she stood on

Indeed, as expected.

“You...”

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