Daiyu's Journey Through the Three Kingdoms

Lin Daiyu had been weeping quietly in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion. Tears slid down her lovely face like pearls falling from a broken string. Her eyes, clear as autumn waters, were filled with sorrow and resentment, like a deep lake whose bottom could not be seen. Her slightly furrowed brows seemed to bear a thousand sorrows and myriad concerns. But then a sudden gale howled in, sweeping over her like an invisible giant hand and wrenching her from the familiar world, hurling her into an unknown time and place. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a desolate wilderness...