In the Yihong Courtyard, Xue Baochai joyfully married Jia Baoyu. In the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, Lin Daiyu heard that the marriage ceremony celebrating the golden-and-jade match was complete. Her heart clenched, and a sweet, metallic taste rose in her throat. Suddenly, she spat something out.
Seeing the blood, Daiyu's heart turned to ashes. With a mournful cry, she gasped, “Baoyu, you...” Before she could finish, her soul had departed.
Zijuan was still holding Daiyu and weeping bitterly!
Daiyu's soul drifted into the Yihong Courtyard. She saw Baoyu sitting beside his bride, beaming with delight. Daiyu understood at last: all those years of tender words and affection had been nothing but clouds! A man's mouth is a lying devil. She had given her love to the wrong person, so why blame the east wind?
Daiyu sighed softly, and her ghostly soul floated before Jinghuan's desk. Only then did she understand that she...
