After Yan Ruoxue came out of the hospital, he didn't take a taxi to review the house, but walked slowly in the wind along the road.

the autumn wind, cool air, let her some cold.

the mobile phone rings in the bag. She looks at the call display and presses the answer key. "Chu Yanshen, I didn't expect that at this time, the call she received was yours..."

Chu Yanshen smiled on the phone, but he was helpless. "Why, don't you want to receive my call?"

Yan Ruoxue quickly explained that he was afraid of misunderstanding, "no, I don't mean that."

she doesn't mean that, just because the phone she...