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?”

saying, “Yes, find a place to

something else he needed to do in his school, so she said, “Okay, I'll wait for you here at the

hanging up the phone, Winnie stood there for a

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

of

of them came over and asked tentatively,

kept a polite smile. “Do you also think I look like her? Several people have said

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

“Are you a freshman?

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

head and said with a smile,

bus

waved goodbye

the smile

Freshman?

magical function of making people

of such a small episode, Winnie had always been in a good mood,

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

behind her, and her white sneakers lightly stepped on the

a moment, it was as if a

first time he saw her in front of a convenience store

long that

turned green,

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

and looked at the boy who was standing there at

of the rain, and his face

and asked, “Didn't you bring an

Channing said, “I forgot.”

said, “What would you like to

she brought. “This is your

coughed before saying,

and was about 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

felt that the

“You

sideways and

it, she stood on tiptoe

Indeed, as expected.

“You...”

her wrist, staring at her, and said, “Don't get so close to me.