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?”

seconds before saying, “Yes, find a place to sit and

school, so she

hanging up the phone, Winnie stood there for a while before sitting

for the bus, they turned their heads to

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

of them came over and asked

also think I look

her friend, “Well, I mean, how could it be possible that

friend asked, “Are you a freshman? I haven't seen

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

her head and said with a smile, “Thank

bus

goodbye to

they left, the smile

Freshman?

magical

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

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

with her hands behind her, and

if a light

saw her in front

long that no

traffic light turned

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

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

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

stunned and asked, “Didn't you

Channing said, “I forgot.”

could say anything, Channing said, “What would you

she brought. “This

coughed before

and was about to go out when Winnie grabbed him, “It’s easy to catch

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

“You

sideways and

believe it, she stood on tiptoe

Indeed, as expected.

“You...”

her wrist, staring at her, and said,