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 me for

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

stood there for a while before sitting on the

with umbrellas came over. While waiting for the bus, they turned their heads to look at her several times, and then murmured to each

her, but because of her mask and wearing,

the two of them came over and asked tentatively,

smile. “Do you also think I look like her? Several

the girls was relieved and said to her friend, “Well, I mean,

friend asked, “Are you a freshman? I haven't seen you

girl said, “Yes, you really look like

said

this time, the bus they were waiting

waved goodbye to

the smile on her face

Freshman?

the magical function of making

in a good mood, and even considered this continuous drizzle

the bus, he saw a pink

the bench with her hands behind her, and her white

was as if a light had come into his

the first time he saw her in front of a convenience

long that

traffic light turned green, Channing

after another on the street,

her head and looked at the boy who was standing

and hair were wet because of the rain, and his face was sickly

stunned and asked,

Channing said, “I forgot.”

she could say anything, Channing said, “What

umbrella she brought. “This is

before saying,

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

speaking, she felt that the arm she was holding was

“You had

looked sideways and said

stood on

Indeed, as expected.

“You...”

raised his hand and held her wrist, staring at her, and said, “Don't get so close to me. I have poor