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 and wait for

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

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

bus, they turned their heads to look at

of her mask and wearing,

came over and asked tentatively,

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

friend, “Well, I mean,

you a freshman?

look like

tilted her head and said with a smile, “Thank

time, the bus they were waiting for

goodbye to

the smile on

Freshman?

the magical function of

good mood, and even considered this continuous drizzle a lot more pleasing

the street, after Channing got off the bus, he saw

with her hands behind her, and her white sneakers

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

her in front of

long that

light turned green, Channing strode

another on the street, she suddenly felt someone was looking

the boy who was standing there

because of the rain,

asked, “Didn't you bring an

Channing said, “I forgot.”

say anything, Channing said, “What would you like

up and opened the umbrella she brought. “This is

coughed before saying,

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

she could finish speaking, she felt that

“You

sideways and

she stood on tiptoe and

Indeed, as expected.

“You...”

her wrist, staring at her, and said,