Not again.

A little "voyeur".

Anna glanced behind the door of the promenade.

The frightened fawn-like child quickly hid behind the door, but the calfskin boots and chubby fingers on his left foot forgot to retract them.

"Madame, your black tea."

The maid Yunina came over with a tray in both hands, and the fine bone china tea set, enamel and silver thread dyed into a beautiful color, at first glance, it was not necessarily possible to buy it even if you had money.

Powerful families.

Anna nodded inwardly.

"Clean up, it's going to snow soon." Anna got up and said lightly.

The maid was a little surprised, but Anna didn't explain much.

The wind did feel a little cool on the face, and the sky was a little gray, and it was obviously close to night, but it was a green color.

The early winter in Russia is no joke, Anna tightened the fur coat on her body, and made it look graceful and luxurious. The lead-gray color is smooth to the touch, and it seems to have a hint of tenacity of beasts, and it has been soaked with the smell of its owner by the incense.

Anna's steps are light, and for a reason, not very good memories.

It used to be to please the family, but now it can't be changed with a different body, but fortunately it's not a bad problem.

"Go into the house, Seryosha." Anna said to the kid before he slipped away.

The little boy turned around, his head tilted, his chin was still a little round, he looked a little fleshy, his blue eyes were big, and his eyelashes were thick and long.

"But we agreed that the first snow of the year would be a snowball fight together." Seryosha bit her lip, her voice still soft and glutinous, with a hint of pleading.

"It's a promise." Seryosha added.

Anna raised her eyes to look at the kid in front of her again.

Well, a small threat, wayward, from a boy under the age of seven.

She refused to be threatened, as well as ......

"I don't think your father will allow this, I remember it's time for your French lessons, Seryosha."

The woman's words hurt Seryosha a little, and he pursed his lips and prepared to leave without saying a word.

Anna looked at the child, and sure enough, after walking seven or eight steps, he turned around and looked at her with some grievances, as if he was complaining about something.

"You've changed."

"Not keeping promises."

"You're like a father."

Anna guessed for a moment, that was nothing more than that, she was good at it, and, without guilt, she was a little hard-hearted.

Of course, if she is the kind of person who is too kind like her sister An Ning, who can avenge her parents' hatred?

"You have three minutes left, Seryosha, I suggest that you can use the form of running to avoid being late, as far as I know, your French teacher has a bad temper."

Anna's reminder was effective, and Seryosha glared at her big round eyes, and then ran like an alert deer.

It just so happened that the housekeeper happened to see the little young master running at home from outside, and he wanted to stop it because it was not etiquette, and the master didn't like it, but a female voice stopped him.

"Mr. Korch won't like Seryosha being late, Seryosha's class schedule was arranged by Karenin, and the lord is not a man who likes to change the schedule, is he?"

Anna said with a smile as she walked over to the stern butler, who greeted her.

"Alex has always loved languages, and he always told me that French is the language of high society, elegant and rigorous, and our Seryosha can't miss a minute to learn it!"

Korchi's originally tense and strict countenance softened considerably, and he had always regarded etiquette and rules as a qiē.

"You're right, ma'am, learning this language well is very necessary for an upper-class person, and the little master will need them very much in the future."

"I'm glad you're on my own terms." Anna bowed her head gracefully.

At seven o'clock, the door was opened.

As Anna slowly descended from the revolving escalator, a man in a thick dark coat walked in from outside the door, and the butler Colch was patting the snowflakes for him, and then took the old man's coat and hat upright.

The man raised his eyes, a pair of blue eyes that were not so round, under the eagle-like sand-gold eyebrows, it looked a little cold and strict, but when he looked at her, his eyebrows softened a lot.

"What about Seryosha? Anna. ”

The man, Alex Karenin, retracted his gaze and continued to arrange his clothes so that they were meticulous at all times.

This may be a common problem of government officials, who must also look superior to others, and now this somewhat pretentious man is his husband.

Anna chuckled softly inwardly.

"Yunina has already gone to the study to call him." Anna said as she walked.

In a family like this, married couples seem to be like this, the husband and wife usually start with the child, otherwise it is as if they can't find a topic at all, God knows if they have seriously figured each other's names on the tip of their tongues.

Anna stood in front of each other.

She was already familiar with Karenin's way of sorting.

From top to bottom, there is some conservatism and rigor, and if there is nothing to interfere with, maybe it will be like this for the rest of your life.

It's boring, boring, like a bureaucratic machine, but there is one thing, this kind of person will never cheat for the rest of his life if he has no accidents.

As a husband, in an age where discipline was a joke, Karenin was a happy outlier.

"Did you have any fun today?"

Karenin said that after he finished his tidying task, he kissed his wife as usual.

In front of the servant, it seemed that he insisted on not kissing the lips, so Anna was able to accept the kiss from a strange man without changing her face.

"Oh, nothing, if it snows." Anna said with a smile, admiring the man's keen observations.

"You've always loved snow." Karenin said unconcernedly.

The butler said that dinner was ready, and then the topic of why he was happy was left to rest for now.

If it was really Anna, I was afraid that I would feel sad, that fragile little heart was like a rose in a greenhouse, praying for attention, love and warmth with their beautiful little faces all the time, but now Anna will not.

She was just thinking about how she could inadvertently get rid of the pickled cucumber she hated later.