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

school, so she said, “Okay, I'll wait

the phone, Winnie stood there for a while before sitting

for the bus, they turned their heads to look at

seemed that they recognized her, but because of her mask and

two of them came over and asked tentatively,

smile. “Do you also think I look

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

a freshman? I

look like her. You must be very beautiful

head and said with

this time, the bus they

goodbye

left, the smile on her face

Freshman?

the magical function of making

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

off the bus, he saw a pink figure on the bus

bench with her hands behind her, and her white sneakers lightly stepped on

it was as if a light had come into

her in front of a convenience store

that no one

traffic light turned green, Channing strode

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

at the boy who was standing there at

clothes and hair were wet because of the rain, and

asked, “Didn't you bring

Channing said, “I forgot.”

she could say anything, Channing said, “What

umbrella she

coughed before

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

could finish speaking, she felt that the

“You had a

looked sideways

believe it, she stood on tiptoe and touched

Indeed, as expected.

“You...”

her, and said,