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?”

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

to do in his school, so she said, “Okay, I'll wait for you here at

stood there

waiting for the bus, they turned their heads to look at her several times, and then murmured to each

recognized her, but because of her mask and

came over and asked tentatively, “Hello,

polite smile. “Do you also think I

to her friend, “Well, I mean, how could

“Are you a freshman? I haven't seen you

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

tilted her head and said with

bus they were

goodbye

they left, the smile on her face

Freshman?

have the magical function of making people

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

bus, he saw a pink figure on the bus

hands behind her, and her white sneakers lightly stepped on the

a moment, it was as if a light had come

first time he saw her in front of a convenience store

that no one

light turned

past one after another on the street, she suddenly

her head and looked at the

and hair were wet because of the rain,

stunned and asked, “Didn't you

Channing said, “I forgot.”

Channing said,

up and opened the umbrella she brought.

coughed before

around and was about to go out when Winnie grabbed him, “It’s easy to catch a cold like this,

that the arm she

“You had

looked sideways and

believe it, she stood on tiptoe and touched

Indeed, as expected.

“You...”

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