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?”

“Yes, find a place to sit

was something else he needed to do in his school, so she said, “Okay, I'll wait

up the phone, Winnie stood there

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

but because of her mask and wearing,

of them came over

you also think I look like her? Several people

to her friend, “Well, I mean, how could it be possible that Winnie Truman is

you a

really look like her. You must be very

her head and said with

the bus they were

goodbye

the smile on her face

Freshman?

magical function of making people

Winnie had always been in a good mood, and even considered

saw a pink figure on the bus stop from

on the bench with her hands behind her, and her white

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

the first time he saw her in

that

the traffic light turned green, Channing

past one after another on the street, she

turned her head and looked at the boy

and hair were wet because of the

asked, “Didn't you

Channing said, “I forgot.”

said, “What would

up and opened the umbrella she brought. “This

coughed before saying,

to go out when Winnie grabbed him, “It’s easy to catch a cold like this, why don't you go back to the dormitory and change your clothes

finish speaking, she felt that the

“You had a

sideways and said

stood on tiptoe and touched

Indeed, as expected.

“You...”

her, and said,