The pale blonde hair is very soft, not meticulously combed with hairspray like ordinary government officials, but let it fall without covering the eyebrows.

His blue eyes were darker than his hair, and his lips were red.

The secretary was of medium height, not as strong as the average Russian man, and tended to be thin, and his excessively fair skin only made him look more beautiful.

He didn't look like a traditional Russian, which was somewhat similar to Karenin.

Most of the officials or those who have found a half-official position in the government, most of the low-ranking positions are skinny and cautious, and the high-ranking ones are mostly fat.

Before, a tall and thin man like Karenin was an anomaly, but now, there is another one.

Anna didn't want to describe a man in terms of beauty, but the one in front of her was.

"Good day, ladies."

The man walked up to them, smiling, with a steady but non-aggressive pace, more graceful as if he were waltzing.

"When we first met, I was Secretary to Chief Karenin, Vladimir Salnikov."

The young man named Vladimir kissed the back of the hands of the two ladies as usual.

It's not a good time to keep someone talking.

"Please follow me, Mr. Vladimir." Anna said.

"Thank you very much, ma'am." Karenin's secretary was courteous and unpretentious.

Anna took Vladimir to Karenin's study, who took his leave after finding the text that Karenin needed.

After Vladimir left, Legia thought it was time for her to leave, but she excitedly expressed her affection for Vladimir.

"Oh! God, what a pretty lad! ”

Although Anna was a little curious about Vladimir's embarrassing identity, she decided to swallow it for the time being, so as not to make Ligia think about it.

After Countess Ligia Ivanov left, Anna prepared to go for a walk in the garden.

"Ma'am, do you need me to accompany you?" Yunina asked.

Anna glanced at Yunina, who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a round face, not beautiful facial features, but also comfortable, and the most rare thing was that she didn't talk much and was careful in her work.

"I'll just go for a walk on my own." Anna refuses Yunina's accompaniment.

She wished she didn't have to deal with other people 24 hours a day, even though she was much freer now.

In the garden, although it was only three o'clock in the afternoon, it was a rare sunny day.

The branches were covered with silver bars, which were bent so that in the morning there was a sound of breaking, and the steward Kearney would get up early and direct the servants to clean up the broken branches, and Karenin's mansion was well managed by the old butler.

The snow was thick, but the roads were cleared with coarse salt.

The cobblestone roads and marble paved roads are easy to walk and beautiful, and it is not difficult to imagine the prosperity of midsummer.

Anna wore a black mink coat today, the style was simple, but the mink itself was luxurious, too much decoration only made it look bloated, and a wide black silk was tied into a small knot that shone on the chest.

She tucked her hair up and tucked it away in a warm hat.

The cold air almost shivered when she first came out, when she inhaled into her chest, but after that, it was a long-lost comfort.

She walked slowly and began to think about her past life.

It was also such a snowy day, dazzling red, she and An Ning lost their parents and had to be sent to their grandmother's house.

She remembered that An Ning held her hand and said, "We are sisters, we are lifelong and cannot be separated. ”

But in this world, who can accompany whom for a lifetime?

Anna blinked her eyes, like tiny snowflakes carried by the wind, drifting into her pupils, making her a little tearful, but when she looked up, she saw that her eyebrows and eyes were clean and nothing.

"It's cold." She muttered, then gave up the rest of the walk and went back the way she came.

When she returned to the house, Anna took off her slightly soaked velvet boots and handed them to a maid to clean up, while she plunged headlong into Karenin's study.

She didn't want to see anyone now, and Karenin's cold study was the best place, and even Seryosha didn't want to go there.

She managed to silence herself for a moment, until the lock clicked suddenly.

Anna looked up, her eyes a little lazy.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Karenin asked, furrowing his eyebrows again.

Anna didn't want to deal with him, but reason told her that she couldn't do that, after all, Karenin was not some stranger who had nothing to do with her, but her nominal husband.

"Sort of." She smiled slightly, and went on with his words.

If she is uncomfortable she can be left alone for a little longer, she doesn't mind being treated as a sick number.

"I asked A.T. Kearney to contact Cullens." Karenin gave the most rational scheme.

"Don't bother him coming, I think I just need to rest early." Anna said this as calmly as she could, lest Karenin feel any impatience.

The cold study made the tip of Anna's nose a little red, and she found that the owner of this body might have a little rhinitis or something, and her eyes were a little teary after being frozen.

Karenin hesitated.

In his mind, the best thing to do is to see a doctor if something is uncomfortable, just as people should turn to the government when they encounter injustice.

But his wife refused, she wouldn't have been like this before.

If he was confronted with a different opinion in the course of a political matter, Karenin would always subconsciously think of more alternatives in his head to persuade others to agree with him, even for his own wife, which he often did.

But now it's a little different.

He saw his wife's tiny tears.

If Karenin was not the kind of person who could not see women and children, he would have come up with the most sensible way of persuasion to get his wife to agree with him.

It's a pity that he's that kind of person, and he's definitely not going to let his political enemies know about it.

Karenin walked up to his wife, he thought for a moment, and then, when Anna was caught off guard, put his hand on her forehead and probed it.

"I'm not a professional, but I'm feeling fine." Karenin said hesitantly.

He is a man who likes precision, and he is not very confident in asking him to express opinions and judgments that do not contain hypocrisy in areas that he is not good at.

Sensing the hesitation in his words, Karenin spoke again, his voice calm and swift again: "I still insist that it is best to have Dr. Karlens come and show you. ”

It's much better now, and he likes to say the most sensible way to build and method.