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?”
Channing was quiet for a few seconds before saying, “Yes, find a place to sit and wait for me for a
while.”
Winnie thought it was something else he needed to do in his school, so she said, “Okay, I'll wait for you
here at the bus stop.”
After hanging up the phone, Winnie stood there for a while before sitting on the bench.
After a while, two girls with umbrellas came over. While waiting for the bus, they turned their heads to
look at her several times, and then murmured to each other.
It seemed that they recognized her, but because of her mask and wearing, they couldn’t be sure.
Soon, the two of them came over and asked tentatively, “Hello, are you Winnie?”
She kept a polite smile. “Do you also think I look like her? Several people have said so.”
One of the girls was relieved and said to her friend, “Well, I mean, how could it be possible that Winnie
Truman is here alone.”
Her friend asked, “Are you a freshman? I haven't seen you before.”
Another girl said, “Yes, you really look like her. You must be very beautiful too!”
Winnie tilted her head and said with a smile, “Thank you.”
At this time, the bus they were waiting for came.
Winnie waved goodbye to them.
After they left, the smile on her face widened.
Freshman?
Pink clothes really have the magical function of making people look younger.
Because of such a small episode, Winnie had always been in a good mood, and even considered this
continuous drizzle a lot more pleasing to the eye.
Across the street, after Channing got off the bus, he saw a pink figure on the bus stop from a distance.
She sat on the bench with her hands behind her, and her white sneakers lightly stepped on the ground.
For a moment, it was as if a light had come into his dead heart.
Like the first time he saw her in front of a convenience store years ago.
So long that no one remembers.
When the traffic light turned green, Channing strode toward her.
Just as she watched the cars speeding past one after another on the street, she suddenly felt someone
was looking at her.
She turned her head and looked at the boy who was standing there at some point.
His clothes and hair were wet because of the rain, and his face was sickly pale.
Winnie was stunned and asked, “Didn't you bring an umbrella?”
Channing said, “I forgot.”
Before she could say anything, Channing said, “What would you like to eat?”
Winnie stood up and opened the umbrella she brought. “This is your school. Whatever you
recommend.”
Channing coughed before saying, “Okay.”
He turned around 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 clothes first...”
Before she could finish speaking, she felt that the arm she was holding was very hot.
Winnie frowned. “You had a fever?”
Channing looked sideways and said no.
Winnie didn't believe it, she stood on tiptoe and touched his forehead.
Indeed, as expected.
“You...”
Channing raised his hand and held her wrist, staring at her, and said, “Don't get so close to me. I have
poor self-control.”
She pretended not to hear that and said, “You already have a cold, don't go to lunch. You should go
back to the dormitory to change clothes and take some medicine.”
Channing said, “I have no clothes in my dormitory.”
Then she remembered that he had rented a house. “Then go back to the place you rented.”
“But you haven’t had lunch.”
“We can order some takeout. The rain is getting heavier, and it's troublesome to find a place to eat.”
Channing pursed his lips lightly, saying nothing.
While talking, a taxi just happened to pass by.
Winnie raised her hand to stop it, and then took great effort to lift the umbrella over Channing's head
saying, “You go first, I...”
Before she could finish speaking, Channing had already taken the umbrella from her hand and led her
to the car.
Seeing this, Winnie got into the car directly without hesitation.
Soon, Channing also got up, put away the umbrella and told the driver the address.
The place he rented was not far from the school, and within ten minutes, the car stopped downstairs.
After getting off the car, her eyes fell on the pharmacy and she asked, “Is there any medicine at home?
If not, I will buy some.”
Channing held the umbrella and said in a hoarse voice, “Yes.”
Winnie looked back and said, “Let’s go up then.”
The rain is now much heavier than when they got into the car.
After the door was opened, the whole room was filled with a dull smell because the windows were not
opened on rainy days, and the curtains were not drawn.
The books on the table are a bit messy.
The last time she came here, it was not like this at all.
The room was clean and bright at that time.
He turned on the light, coughed again, walked over and opened the window.
A cool breeze came in, mixed with a few drops of icy rain.
The air was much better.
When he was clearing the coffee table, Winnie took the things in his hand. “Go take a shower first and
change your wet clothes, otherwise the cold will get worse.”
Channing said in a low voice, “Okay.”
When he was clearing the coffee table, Winnie took the things in his hand. “Go take a shower first and
change your wet clothes, otherwise the cold will get worse.”
Channing said in a low voice, “Okay.”
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