"Hey, Anna. It's me." The voice of a young man came from the other end of the line.
"I know," Anna said gently, "I have your phone number. You said you would come back from abroad after finishing your performance. Have you decided when you will come back?"
"Yes."
"When? I'm not busy in the following days. I'll pick you up at the airport if I have free time."
"Thank you. But don't bother."
"All right," Anna said with a smile. "You are a popular and famous violinist and the Mr. Mcdreamy in our country now. There will be a lot of people who want to pick you up."
"But Mr. Mcdreamy is going to live on the street as a vagrant. Anna, I need you."
"What do you mean by living on the street?" Anna asked in surprise.
"Turn around."
Hearing this, Anna turned around and looked in the direction
