Song Anle left her mouth and rushed back to her dormitory with anger. Perhaps because of the chaotic breath, she entered the room and sat in front of the dressing mirror indoors. Looking at herself with a tired look, she did not feel sleepy.

The depressed feeling in her heart surged like a torrent. Although she was prepared for a long time, she was only wary of a stream, so the dam in her heart had long been destroyed by the torrent, and she didn't even leave any time to build it.

Song Anle sat in a daze for a long time. Her natural sentimental nature prompted her to think a lot. She was worried that she would sink deeper than her. After all, Gao Yuanshang's almost perfect appearance is a confusing killer weapon, not to mention that she is in her first love.

She was also worried that Song Cheng would investigate Gao Yuanshang's identity with all his might. If he was really determined to marry Gao Yuanshang, he would definitely use the people in the fangli, which means that they would be connected with the fangli. If Gao Yuanshang's identity was generally good, at least the news in the fangli would not be revealed. But if Gao Yuanshang was also a powerful faction with extraordinary power, it would be a craze, which was the result she most reluctant to see.

At the end of the matter, the possibility of losing both sides is higher. There is also love between Song Cheng and Gao Yuanshang, and between her and Gao Yuanshang, she is also worried about love between Qing'er, and others, and even Song Xiaojing and Song Qi are not involved.

The more Song Anle thought about it, the more complicated it became, and the more unimaginable the situation was. So she gently rubbed and pressed the temple, but she could not relieve the heavy and tiredness. After thinking about others, she turned her thoughts back to herself. She dared not imagine the beauty of the first meeting, a handsome face and a purple dress. Although she was just a glance, she could not forget the feeling of that moment.

If Gao Yuan was no longer present in her life, she didn't know if she would feel regretful, but when he really appeared and had time to communicate again and again, he was no longer the beauty in her mind.

She sighed deeply, silently chanting the sentence in her heart, "If life is only like the first meeting," she sighed deeply again. If we don't meet again, they will always be like the first meeting, but is it really good to preserve it like that?

Some people are willing to seal the beauty of the first meeting by not seeing each other again, but some people would rather destroy the beauty in their hearts and just want a gorgeous turn.

Song Anle was confused about the choices she might have. She cherished the feeling of the moment when she first met, but she also had another gorgeous encounter. Unfortunately, there was no perfect encounter in life, because every encounter was arranged on a bumpy road.

Song Anle's tired consciousness began to feel a little overwhelmed. She looked at herself in the bronze mirror and took off her hairpin casually. Three thousand black hairs instantly scattered on her shoulders, making her look more beautiful and refined. Only that touch of fatigue wrapped her tightly.

Song Anle casually put the hairpin into the extraction on the dressing table. The extractor, which had few hair accessories, was clear at a glance. The only thing there was a different hairpin, which was Song Anle's unfamiliar style.

She picked up the hair fork, and it was obvious that it was the hairpin of a man who fixed the golden crown. He was curious, how could there be a man here? She carefully checked the style of the hairpin. It seemed to be a moon and a half hairpin, and the shape should be a pair.

Men's hair accessories and golden crowns are generally divided into three levels. Generally, ordinary men usually use the easiest method, which is to not be able to hold up, and tie a hairpin on the top of their heads. Occasionally, someone will insert a hairpin on the hairpin. Another method is to use a black crown to pull the hairpin and then wear a hairpin to fix it. This is the simplest way to use it, but only the young men of other families will wear it like this. Another type is that men born in a noble royal family have black crowns, but their black crowns will be bordered with metal, and even the children of the royal family use golden crowns directly. Therefore, this type of hairpin can be called black crowns or golden crowns.

But there are different things, hairpins that fix the golden crown. The nobles usually use a pair of hairpins to fix the golden crown, which not only reflects the prominent family, but also reflects the personal temperament.

Song Anle was thinking about the purpose of the hairpin, which seemed to be the hair accessories of nobles, because the hairpin was not only a pair of styles, but also the patterns on the hairpin were not detailed. Even on a small hairpin, each part was carved flawlessly.

Song Anle looked at the exquisite carvings, and it didn't seem like the finished product released by the Song family. Then, if you rule it out, it was Song Cheng or Song Qi. If you take a step back, they wouldn't be able to throw the hairpin into her dressing cabinet.

Just as Song Anle was thinking hard, Mei Xin came with hot water and said softly: "Miss, it's time to rest when you wash it."

Song Anle came to her senses only then. She said "Oh" slightly slow, but the origin of the hairpin in her hand was still unclear, so she was afraid that she would not be able to fall asleep.

"By the way, Mei Xin, do you know where this hairpin comes from?" Song Anle handed the hairpin in front of Mei Xin.

Mei Xin put the basin on the dressing table, took the hairpin and looked carefully, but in the end she shook her head unfamiliarly and sent the hairpin back.

Song Anle took the hairpin again and looked at the hairpin with a little down and confusion, but he never thought about the origin of the hairpin. At this time, Mei Xin seemed to remember something, and she said again, "By the way, I remembered it. It seemed that I found it on your bed that day. I think the hairpin is quite expensive, so I put it in your dressing cabinet."

Because all the servants knew Song Anle's hair accessories, this hairpin was not Song Anle's thing, so they naturally could recognize it at a glance.

Song Anle nodded thoughtfully, "Oh" and looked at the hairpin in her hand, as if she understood the origin of the hairpin.

"Miss, it's time to wash up." Mei Xin saw that Song Anle seemed a little dazed, so she reminded her.

Song Anle nodded, put the hairpin into the cabinet, and then began to wash and fall asleep.

Mei Xin, who was standing beside her, said with a little entanglement: "Also, the pair of foot binding socks disappeared after the last time she was reported to have been worn."

Song Anle's face was already wet, and said in surprise and nervousness: "How could it be?"

"I was still drying outside yesterday, but when I went to collect it at night, it disappeared."

Song Anle frowned slightly, because the pair of foot-bound socks were worn by Gao Yuanshang last time, but the man's socks, so it must be Gao Yuanshang's stuff, which is also the reason why she pays attention to it.

"Maybe it was blown off the ground by the wind, and with such heavy snow, maybe it was covered by snow."

Song Anle thought it was possible, so she said, "When the snow melts, please help me find it."

Mei Xin nodded and replied, "Okay". Although she didn't know who owned the man's socks, she must occupy a very important position in Song Anle's heart. She was surprised when Song Anle had the man she liked.

The next morning, Song Anle was told in a daze that Uncle Xiangzi had no major problems after taking the medicine. She finally felt relieved, but she knew that it must be Gao Yuanshang's help.

Because she wanted to observe Uncle Xiangzi's condition, Song Cheng and Qing'er sincerely tried to keep Gao Yuanshang in the mansion, on the grounds of taking care of Uncle Xiangzi's condition.

Gao Yuanshang did not refuse because his way back was closed, so staying there was not that important for him. Moreover, he could have more contact with Qing'er, including having time to pay attention to the situation of the Song family.

Qing'er makes up excuses to stick to Gao Yuanshang almost every day, so they are basically together every day, sometimes walking around the mansion, but more time is that Qing'er is pulled out of the mansion to play.

Song Anle is at the mansion almost every day. Except for occasionally visiting Uncle Xiangzi, Song Xiaojing will come to accompany her occasionally, and there is nothing else.

"Anle, happy." The sweet voice of the love came from far and near, and Song Anle hurriedly got up and went out to greet him.

"Qing'er, Xiaojing, why are you so anxious?" Song Anle saw Qing'er and Xiaojing running hurriedly, and asked in a panic and worried manner: "But Uncle Xiangzi's condition is not good?"

"It's not Uncle Xiangzi, don't worry." Qing'er smiled happily.

"Then you?" Song Anle looked at them even more unclearly, his tone full of questions.

Qing'er didn't care about Song Anle's questions at all. She still said happily and excitedly: "Brother Yuan Shang asked us to go to Lianhu to enjoy the snow together. Let's go together."

Song Anle lowered her eyes. She didn't know if the so-called 'we' in Qing'er also meant that she was included, but she didn't want to go to contact Gao Yuanshang for more, so she said, "But I'm going to see Uncle Xiangzi later, I'm afraid I can't go with you."

Qing'er said unhappily: "Look at Uncle Xiangzi, it's a little later, so let's try to come back early."

"I still can't. I'm not feeling well these two days. You guys go."

Qing'er was still a little unwilling to give up, so she confirmed here: "Don't you really want to go?"

Song Anle nodded slightly and said, "You go and be careful to keep the cold."

"Then we're going, you can take a rest yourself."

Song Anle pursed the corners of her lips and nodded gently to answer. Then Qing'er and Song Xiaojing left. They were still leaving with a loss, but when they thought they could go to enjoy the snow, they became excited and happy again.

Song Anle watched them leave, feeling inexplicably lost. When she turned back into the house, a servant hurried over and shouted, "Miss."

Song Anle turned around and looked at the person coming in unknown, and when the person approached, she asked in unknown question: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"Back to Miss, you have a letter." The servant handed over a letter.
Chapter completed!